travel with me.
Category: Poetry
Nantucket…
There once was a boy from Nantucket…
continuum
a series of asymmetrical cycles?
the faerie tale bowl
the bowl remains just as full…
filler
working on a “thing”
a lot of nerve – #SoCS
Different is good
Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh…No, Not Yet.
Just what would that look like, a day with no “no”s?
Postmodern Taboos
Welcome to the future.
the midnight call
dark hours accuse, misuse, abuse, confuse. The hope of living rises with the sun.
faded glory
Try as I might, I just can’t see the beauty.
absurd echoes
look at why you don’t cry; cry about why you can’t.
not in on the joke
party guests – only excellent owls.
Sonnet XVII- navel gazing
Gazing the navel will skew what is true.
standing. still.
“I need you. I’m scared” ~ 4:23 a.m.
happiness pursued
“but by morning, joy!” says the Good Book.
morose less?
I’ve been challenged to be less morose.
No False Flags Here – #SoCS
I couldn’t be Pride-lier.
groundhog day(s)
Each day lives inside all the days lived before
hide and seek
“alle alle auch sind frei”
weird invites
“If you want to come over tomorrow – you can”
