Heat’s driving me up a wall, can’t wait for autumn. Here’s something silly. Fur and whiskers, a deep purrrrr. The body is soft and lumpy on the chair. Why do you bellow so loudly at night? My do you look up and away whenever I talk to you. The attitude of a cat… …
Category: Poetry
Freehand Poem #41
Hot and sweaty, the skin is plunged into a dark cool abyss that enters every pore. Feeling chilled until the memory of heat is no more, the cold begins to settle in. Craving for the heat, once more. If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my…
Free Hand #40
Melting under the sun. Blood hot, red hot that burns and boils. How the skin peels back like a snakes after drying for so long. Keep the mouth shut or it will fill with sand. Keep your shadow covered or the darkness will blaze. The body runs along the skyline, the mountains press upon us….
Free Hand #39
They slip under a sky that is painted maroon. From washed out blood faded and cold. The ocean brings them back in from where they were going to go. Moon rises and the sky is black. Swallows them whole. If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to…
Thoughts on Collecting Words and Memorizing Poems
“Words are the blood and bones for all poets. It is crucial for poets to understand that one’s poetry can only evolve and mature with a constant habit of studying words, styles, forms and the memorization of poetry.”