Caught me carrying the casket of a dream deferred, heavy, it seems, with the weight of an idea too blurred. … Continue reading Pallbearer
My telescope, kaleidoscopic,
fogging up amidst the black
of the same old bigoted trope
at the front of the pack. Continue reading “What do you see up there?”
The willow weeps twice each day for the dearly departed and for those who stay. Her leaves dance in the … Continue reading Life Leaves
possessed by a nightmare.
convinced you are another,
not yourself. Continue reading “Another Soul Now Dwells”
Who am I?
Is it the company I keep?
Maybe the dreams I dream
once I’ve fallen asleep? Continue reading “Where My Mind Lies”
Watch the threshold ignite in little ribbons,
in an insanity of your own design.
Wait for that door to open and bring forth
your demise that you confine to Stockholm. Continue reading “Stockholm”
For whatever reason, I just felt like reading some more poetry by Hughes and I was delightfully surprised this morning. … Continue reading Hughes Blues Part Five