sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
