Dawn Rising
Free Verse Poem In Jackson dawn rises as slowly as a weary, puerperal mother. The sky is a deep, pale azure hidden just above the tree line. With expectant pride it hovers over a...
Tagged: home
Upon Losing a Childhood Home
My mother swore for the twenty-three years we lived there that the house was grey when, clearly, it was white. White with black shutters and one-two-three on the mailbox and the old camper in...
Zedlist – Part Nineteen
“That’s exactly what they want you to believe, they’ve brainwashed you, mum.” “I won’t listen to any more of this nonsense, if you carry on you can go to your room”, Valerie said. “I’m...
So Warm, My Home
The sun has set, yet the day is near, the winter reigns, but the summer’s here, snowy, cold and distant are the paths, but there is joy and light within my heart. Far beyond...
Watching Too
Freestyle Poems Late into the night it watches me doing my necessary duties, complaining on the phone, reading in bed, setting my alarms, making preparations for the coming tomorrow, like an estranged lover...
