Dripped Poems

I had blood on my face

...I had blood on my face. Dirty. Gracious. And… disgusting. Blood dripping on my face. Didn’t know it. It just smelled bad.

When I looked at my face in the mirror, I thought… that the mirror had the...

We Drink Ambrosia - Fugue

... 
we drink ambrosia from goblets within our Hearts
browline meets browline you drink your own 
which dripped into mine hush hush the surfer 
and soldier homed, drinking ambrosia hone...

The Nobel Prizes

...When I walk among the living with this spectral face,
I, Alfred Nobel, weep for what bears my name.
I dreamed of honor that would heal nations,
of a crown given only to those
who sowed fraternity...

ECHOES PIERCE THE SILENCE

...ECHOES PIERCE THE SILENCE*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pinki...

The room where God forgot his name

...
A chair remained,
still warm from unfinished prayers,
but no one, no one dared to touch it.

The cross on the wall
did not gaze upon the world,
but had pierced itself inward,
as if the Lord,...

A Whisper Into the Kitchen Floor

...He tastes the salt before he knows he's shed a tear
He'd always been a staggering man
Since his Army days known by most simply as Big Roy
Now he's a staggered man
This night, curved and hunched
...

Thai Rain

...We went out after the storm
and sat on the flat roof.

A few orchids in their pots
dripped in the moonlight.
We watched vultures
circle the floating market,
while Bangkok put on
its neon mask...

Back Where the Lines Still Moan

...I vanished soft a stolen breath,
a hush between the lips of death.
But ink remembers how I taste,
how slow I draw, how sweet, how chaste
then twist the lace and let it slide,
a metaphor with hip...

THOSE WE LOVE

...Poem submitted to "Those We Love Poetry Contest," Mystic Rose, sponsor

ECHOES
I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the sciss...

The Ballad of Alexander Wood

...Last night I dreamt of a roadside stop—
an ice cream truck near a rusted shop.
Its engine was spent, its music was low,
and something inside told me I should l go.

I stepped through the door be...

Fixing a Leak

...The plumber is fixing a leak;
The pipe’s needing more than a tweak.
So for things to improve 
He will have to remove 
Some wood panels - I’m starting to freak.

Our house, built in ‘80, is old
...

Probably,Forever

...
This poem speaks for voices smothered by silence and those who returned home to find safety was another room for disbelief.


They were climbing stairs—she and her brother,
bags rustling with h...

You Have No Clue 2

...Before your clocks, before your name/
Before dust whispered into bone/
There was light-I was flame/
Crowned in brilliance, alone/
Not fallen. Not damned. Just other/
Too bright for Heaven's frag...

It took years to decode the meaning of a dog’s bark,

...Sex as the Controller**

They heard us outside the bedroom window—  
Breathing, moaning, panting, grunting, and screaming  
In the stillness of the night, calling out the names of the Gods.  
Sa...

Jesus

...Jesus

The blood dripped from His forehead mixed with the tears 
Of His sad eyes, all for me.
The crown of thorns bore my evil thoughts.
I put it there; He felt the pain of every sin I had commi...

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