I haven't been around here much lately. For the last year, as far as writing goes, I've been gathering poems for a second collection and getting them ready to be seen. It's time. We Walk with Poetry Every Day is now available for Kindle and in print. …Continue
He walked about ten paces behind his mom, lifting first his right foot, then dragging his left, over and over. Thump, whoosh, thump, whoosh. If he had to tag along on boring errands, fine, but he'd have fun with it.
This time he'd been injured in the war, heroically of course. He'd saved his entire regiment. Back in the barracks they'd celebrated with key lime pie.
Thump, whoosh, thump, whoosh.
“Jeremy, will you please lift your feet when you walk! Are you hurt or just…Continue
Poetry falls out of grief on a clear day
with an invitation, a single thread
leading back to truth you hardly remember, for good reason.
Woven in will be the moments
you couldn’t hold at the time,
so dense were they with the threat of loss
and need to shoulder your life regardless.
Then there they’ll be,
perfect snapshots blooming
in your hands with an…