Best Shucked Poems

"The In-Between"

I ripped the pages of 
that tired old story 
from the heart, a body of work

buried the misdiagnosed slanders
then wiped their mouths
with the back...

Read more of this work...

Yesterday’s sweet corn
     now rests among the shucked,
          where norms’ victims lay.

Side-by-side...

Read more of this work...

It was just lying there on the floor
like a poem I had abandoned, 
left for dead, considered trash
Not a breath did it take
No thrashing to...

Read more of this work...

“Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising”

Lavender seduces symmetry  
in her ever changing moods
slips into something more comfortable

a swollen tangerine sky 
moves its tongue...

Read more of this work...

She calls herself Bunny Boucher, but she was born Veronica Chermak. She’s tall and leggy with a body that looks tidy, yet lived in. She’s...

Read more of this work...

"The Chalice of Murdered Crows"





How many moonbeams
would it take to overflow 
my chalice bathe me naked
dew kissed diamond glistening
bare skin freedom feet seeking
my missing, slow...

Read more of this work...

The Old Red Barn

The old red barn sits down by the river,
The tin roof glistens just like silver.
For many years it has been standing tall,
An...

Read more of this work...

Arm to arm, sinews clutch
One another, makes friend and crutch;
One crimson call, which guidance brought
The feeble, stern: the working lot
To stand much greater, taller, strong
Filled...

Read more of this work...

rose petals scattered
pearly wedding bouquet shucked
blue clad purloiner...

Read more of this work...

I was raised on a little old farm

by my daddy who raised pigs in a barn

my mama  well what can I say

she helped my...

Read more of this work...

A question arises are they plucked                   ...

Read more of this work...

"Purgatory is a Poem"



Words are the pieces
in a game we play
shadow and light 
hidden from day
poets are nocturnal
in nature, stasis, 
keen and hungry
listening to 
Forever
stuck...

Read more of this work...

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards...

Read more of this work...

DANCE OF THE SOCIAL VAMPIRES
We come out from the time of in between
the spark of life and where life's not so clean,
we make our habitat...

Read more of this work...

I swept the floor, but it's dirty again...pretty much what I expected.
The accumulation of dirt and grim is something safe to have projected.
If cleanliness is...

Read more of this work...