Ruminations on “Weightless Again” by The Handsome Family

The Song In That Letter

In the letter you sent
You tried to explain to me–
I couldn’t understand. You
Tried to condense
Fifteen years of unspoken
Words into
A song you said
I needed to know
Why you floated–
Why you made your
Choices and broken
Promises

Write Something Human – A Poem

Write Something Human

High school English teachers
Demand of children
That they “write something human”
Write magnificence incarnate
Write “from the heart”
On an SAT essay – first try – no mistakes
Follow a formula not designed
To recognize traumas’ teachings of
Avoidance – distilled down into
Insincere attempts at giving
Washed up old windbags
[Calling Postmodernism
“Like watching episodes of Seinfeld”]
What they wanted because honesty
Yields bad grades and phone calls –
Her ink screamed I didn’t belong there
But it was the only place I felt safe
When I had no words for the horrors
Witnessed – every day – as a child
And I Was A Terrible Student

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A Reflection On Flowers – A Poem

A Reflection On Flowers

Perhaps in early morning dew
As one bud fades into decay
The green of spring is still anew
Where old roots cling in fertile fray
But what of rocks and moss and bark?
Are dreams of blossom’s change to sleep?
A foolish gardener will prune all change
Hoping to preserve rather than create
And if there are genetic flaws? please keep
Or perfections’ disasters you will reap


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Short Story: Cicadas

I’m happy to announce my short story ‘Cicadas‘ is live on Coffee House Writers! I’m excited to bring my readers back to one of my past homes as I pay homage to a city I love. Richmond is a beautiful city filled with rich history and the kind of muggy summer heat you don’t easily forget.

For those not from The South or eastern United States, cicadas are those insects you hear about spending the majority of their lives underground (17 years; 19 years; etc. depending on the species) only to emerge for a couple days to molt, eat a lot, mate, and die. In parts of the United States, cicadas are eaten because they are so numerous. They’re gluten free and low carb!

Thank you for taking the time to read my short story today! Have you ever written or read anything set in a place you have lived? What did you think of it? What do you think of this piece? I’d love to hear in the comments!

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