Category: Poetry

Frustrated With the US Economy and Politics: A Poem About Leaders Who Do Nothing I’m so tired of the same old show— the velvet podium, the practiced grin, the flag-pin shining like a “trust me” stuck into a suit built for leaving early. I’m angry in the way a kettle is angry— not loud at first, just constant, just pressure you can’t pray away, just heat from being ignored on purpose. Because people are hurting…

A faded rose from days gone by Lay within the pages of her favorite book. Tear drops stain the weathered paper Memories of a past long since gone. She softly whispers “I miss you “. As her fingers slowly trace The letters on the marble stone. A faint smile on her face. Rising to her feet at last, She turns as though to leave. The ritual complete once more, Her heart and soul deplete. The…

Pour me another, Demands the beast. Until the daylight breaks over the horizon, I shall stay here For a while at least. And so the bartender, With flourish and grace, Decants the next chalice And sets it out to drink. The beast downs the brew, Then bows his head twice. I thank you so kindly The day has been long, So too the night. Where are you going? The bartend inquired, It must not be…

Ghosted I keep rereading the last line, like it’s a door I can still open if I touch the handle the right way. A sentence. A smile in punctuation. A normal goodbye that wasn’t a goodbye. Then—nothing. At first it’s small, almost polite. A pause that could mean busy, tired, distracted, anything that doesn’t bruise. So I become generous. I rewrite your silence into excuses, build you a life where you’re simply caught up in…