Long Suck in Poems

I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

Read More

I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

Read More

Dear Local Boards of EcoSchool Education,
Departments of Environmentally Protected Walkable Transportation,
Cooperatively Maintaining Public-Private Works
and STEAM Play
and WinWin GreenGames,
Hysterical Historical Associations,
Social Work Departments of Climate Restorative Therapy,
and Public Health-Wealth Departments:

Did you leave anyone out dear?

Just the...

Read More

Hello, there. Rise and shine. I think I’ll call you Adam/
Who are you? Your creator. The maker of all you fathom/
You can call me God. This place is the Garden of Eden/
Why’d you make me?...

Read More

My hair has always 
had a mind of its own
Stays doing whatever
it wants whenever 
it pleases
Just never bothers to do 
any of it, at my convenience
Will take its sweet time 
to grow 
When I'm most...

Read More

Early in the morn, just before the sun would rise
The scent of bacon, thick enough to burn my eyes
Crept under my door, across the sheets and into my nose
The aroma I smelt every morning before...

Read More

{"You mugged out all of the resonant voices whispering in your head, you summoned them to go noiseless against your cranium. You beseeched not to be an overthinker, nor to forge as one of them....

Read More

I am standing outside my bedroom, on the precipice of lost innocence.
Wide eyed, and barefoot on cold hardwood.
Someone is hammering on our front door.
My father, looking a bit annoyed, shuffles anxiously down the stairs.
Tussled hair,...

Read More

I wade into the stream of your words
Gently…letting the flow wash over me
Feeling its coolness make me tingle
My soul is coming to life
Experiencing every ripple
Wash against my body
Feeling the undercurrent tug at me
Inviting me in...

Read More

I sit there on that wooden bench, simply sitting. I am not waiting for someone, not for anything. Sunlight peeks through the leaves of the two oak trees whose branches are mingling above my head....

Read More

Is it the truth that blinds us
If They say God is Love then how can Love blind us
How can lies remind us> minus trust
It takes years to build it and only seconds to destroy it
And...

Read More

{“When I dunk my head in holy water, to rid myself of your poison. Hatred circuits through my veins at the delusional expectancy I have clasped. I let my nucleus out of its solitary incarceration;...

Read More

It's gettin' late and
                               ...

Read More

this is a true if near impossible contest
how can you write a poem about mourning
and honouring the ones deceased in a war
without it being somewhat political

you do not have to be a feminist
and as a...

Read More

I was in bed the other night, sound asleep, when I was suddenly, awoken up.
Lo and Behold, there within my bed, I was covered by frogs, which had hiccups.
Now I wish this were a dream...

Read More

He never came around much, and never stayed too long.
Carried a vial of whiskey in a paper sack, sang a song.
But this day was special, my heart was so alive.
I carried a sack too, with...

Read More

I'm in me bath here, with a box of red cheer, 
yeah a box of red cheer, beer's too bloody dear.
Me mind's wanderin twixt big tits and riches, 
bein able to scratch at what itches,...

Read More

I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe. Jandy Nelson

What I scribe assists and soothes the pain.
Conceal my thoughts and jam in my silence.
A...

Read More

Seahorses...Why?


Dear Mother Nature woke one day,
   and looked around with a sly smile,
surveyed her Earth, both land, and sea,
   then paused to think for quite a while.

She beamed with joy with...

Read More

For the precious little unborn souls - in the womb
But not given their chance to suck in the Breath of Life
To find their way through the dusty storms of experience
And to grow and blossom
Into the...

Read More

Knee high to a grasshopper
That was yesterday
I try to slow or stop her
But she refuses to stay

My baby she'll be
Until I am no more
She'll hold my memory
As I knock on Heaven's door

I often forget to...

Read More

f^^k what i write its not your fight    RIGHT

you're not the one who has to survive tonight

she begs for a penny you sold her a dream

telling her life is all that it...

Read More

Before the Big Bang brought star dust 
To the interstellar scene
It must have been something like 
An unfathomably immeasurable self-inducing 
Divinely driven dream machine.
Mind forming matter as imagination 
Up the ladder 
Rungs of time;
Step by...

Read More

Once,
I saw rainbows 
Across the tear washed sky,
Their iridescent gleam 
Slanting down on the waters below,
Buds burgeoning on every branch,
Flowers opening their delicate folds,
And summer bees spiraling around
Gathering nectar for frosty days.

All in partial haze….

Saw...

Read More

if cigarettes didn’t make me stink for days,
if I’d ever figured out how to tap the ash away
from my trembling fingertips,
I would sit on the porch taking a long drag
instead of filling the empty space...

Read More