Poetry
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Mismatched Cups
Free Verse Poetry-For Poetry Workshop Class. “Mismatched Cups” 2002 As long as there Are coffee shops With mismatched cups, And hometown bands Who change the words To their songs, I will look behind me, And hope to see you there. As long as trains come On warm summer nights When you’ve just Bought ice cream, and Your grandmother Tells you more than You ever wanted to know About your grandfather, I’ll stand beside you To protect you From yourself and others. As long as lovers Get caught in storms That end in rainbows, and Stars fall where only Some dare to notice, I will honor you,…
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Moving On
Rhythmic Poetry-For Poetry Workshop Class. “Moving On” 1-29-02 Cobblestones near the wood-stove Were often houses and roads For the sisters’ matchbox cars During stormy summer nights When their game was make-believe. They made elevators of Sheets for stuffed dogs and dolls on Stairs where little sister’s head Got caught in the banisters. Momma’s butter stopped her tears. The circle driveway became Never ending when their bikes Were not locked in the garage. Traffic accidents ended Then with only bleeding knees. Three sisters help pack boxes. They can’t pack the cobblestones, Or the staircase where they played. But nothing is forgotten, Because all homes have old dreams. I was always grateful…
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There
I wrote this for an Expanded Imagist Poetry assignment for my Creative Writing class my sophomore year in college. I turned in the pencil drawing for a Drawing Studio class in 2000. “There” 8-30-00 On cold concrete steps long abandoned like the building behind, she told him her biggest fear, which he helped cease, and made her smile. She wondered how many had fallen in love there, with the rough, red bricks scraping their backs. He thought about how many in the past had sex there, (as they did) with the sharp, rusty guard rails in the way. He drew lines in the clay to make her think while they discussed his…
