The Bridge Painter
There were days, many days actually, when everything below the bridge just disappeared. Not like a man going crazy saw
Read moreThere were days, many days actually, when everything below the bridge just disappeared. Not like a man going crazy saw
Read moreThe mountain road and its twists and turns Like a concrete river cutting through forest and stone Shaded valleys still
Read moreCole Maddox sat alone at the corner table nursing his second beer while waiting for the fellas to arrive. Unlike
Read moreThey came at dawn. Six hardened men on horseback, each one armed with a musket, surrounding the gangly boy while
Read moreThe railway tracks split the town clean in half. Those worn ropes of rusted steel were more than just a
Read moreWhat the boy saw, the man remembers. Momma done told me time and time again to stay the hell away
Read moreThis spring collection of haiku reminds us that the earth changes, regardless of our stance. The cold blanket of winter
Read moreShe hinted, it went over his head Left clues, but he failed to notice Shared content he never watched She
Read moreMemories, oh sweet memories Times lost to the moving hands Yet forever scored in my mind’s eye Do recall my
Read moreThe AI voice, unspoken but there all the same You see it everywhere Advertisements, social media, magazines Clean, sanitized sentence
Read moreAngry ragged cloud cover hangs like a dim vault of iron breath Slow-moving ash hides the forgotten pathways to the
Read moreThere are conversations Words I’d wished not spoken Yet no action will reward my wish They’ll remain in the universe
Read moreThe struggle of understanding Why, for what reason, who benefits, and more why So often minds are clouded with questions
Read moreIf you happen to be a Halloween junkie like I am, then you likely grow your own pumpkins. It makes
Read moreSuch joy found in the awakening of earth The blanket of white, now mostly forgotten Remnants of dirty-grey shadow piles
Read moreOutrage, outrage! Get your daily dose of anti‑everything! Shouting, pointing, watch out now the rage is forming Maybe it’s him,
Read moreThe diner was your everyday small town greasy spoon kind of place. Trucks, station wagons, and the occasional tractor were
Read moreNormal Was the First Casualty is a collection of dystopian poetry that examines how collapse does not always arrive with
Read moreBeneath the wooden rafter’s weight And beams with abandoned spider silk, Where hearth once roared with living flame Now but
Read moreLove rarely arrives to the sound of trumpets and drums Nor does it storm ashore with the shouts of conquest
Read morePaper bills are just paper now Backed by no one and nothing No vaults of gold or silver bars Worthless
Read moreThe sins of seven, counted here Deadly as they are revealing Cuts the truth from the souls of men Peels
Read moreEyes focused on the monuments and statues Propaganda posters with eager children Smiling faces on worthless currency Starving hands reaching
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