Driving past telephone poles We chat in the car Questions arise “Who am I?” I whisper And in return: I’m just a kid too scared to live in the real world I’m just a kid too scared to live in the real world I’m just a kid Live in the real world Real world Real … Continue reading Telephone poles
Category: Prose
Love
When we are young we use the word recklessly Using it to fill in all of our facades Allowing it to stick like mortar to our ligaments and bones We love pets and toys and relatives alike We grow old and it takes on new meanings But has it never occurred that we could use … Continue reading Love
Good Dog (Yukon’s Eulogy)
sit, stay, run, bark Commands endless Retrieve, search, rescue, track Skills marvelous tug-of-war, tag, hide-n-seek Fun games Good boy, good job, good dog Things I whisper Good dog Good dog Good dog