by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Crying Nights Why can’t they mark the calendars With crying nights Just like the phases of the moon And fishing guides Surely If the almanac can predict rain For the first week of July Someone could tell When it’s time To clear the mind And wait for the...
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Silly Thought I know this is a silly thought For so many years have passed Since this touched anyone’s mind And yet why is it such a sad thing To consider that I am no one’s little boy anymore Now isn’t that a...
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Discards Oh, my goodness Where did you come from? An unexpected find Here in the discard pile. And isn’t that a terrible thing? A terrible way to describe us, All of us. But here we are Call it what you may. We who have lost out At love, Have misplaced our joy....
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Russ After many false alarms Many times the family came running Times the doctor’s just shook their heads And nurses averted their eyes Only to see him shake it off And walk right out the door Time and time...
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Large Girls in Windows She sits at night At her window and watches The moon and the stars Watches the lights Washing the streets From the passing cars Her favorite sad songs Pour softly from her stereo To fill her soul Fill her eyes On another Saturday night Or is it...
by James Dickey | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
The Hospital Window by James L. Dickey I have just come down from my father. Higher and higher he lies Above me in a blue light Shed by a tinted window. I drop through six white floors And then step out onto pavement. Still feeling my father ascend, I start to cross...
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