It’s the hard business of being that gets to me. That’s what I’m thinking. I’m thinking about the way you get worn down. The day in and out of work. Stumbling at the end of a day in the woods, or no woods, the ones cut down and me thrashing through the dog hair…
Tag: poetry
Pretend you are Prairie
Let’s do it. Pretend. Pretend the wind is blowing or the grasses are bending. Maybe clouds swirl or it’s hot and the sun bears down. Pretend whatever you want. Pretend you’re prairie if you want. Pretend you have roots and blooms of yellow or blue. Pretend beetles crawl in the dirt of you. Pretend you are…
Unravel
I awoke to unravel. The word. The verb. I don’t know why. I listen to my heart beat. Listen to the seemingly endless thud, thud, thud. It pauses and flutters and then as if I hit refresh, continues to bump along. I guess many things would unravel should the beat fail. Unravel, as in fail….
Life Along The River 