Category: Free Verse Poetry
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cocker spaniel
An unwitting participant in a dog-training regimen this morning, there I was, my nose to the pavement and going about my daily, when a stranger and her cocker spaniel decided to make me a bipedal version of a rambunctious doggie playdate. They stood still in the middle of the street, waiting for me to approach […]
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recliner
If I’d known years ago that that feeling of uselessness inside me that often accompanies me sitting in the quiet of my recliner where I know no one can see me, was really that same feeling I’d experienced as a child when I knew no one did, each time You did nothing after you-know-who hurt […]
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Couch
I was having difficulty turning my head. The doctor said it was because I pinched a nerve in my neck in the night. I tried massaging it, which helped a little. Then I applied a heating pad to it. Still, I could not turn my head. A couple of weeks went by. My face started […]
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Lunch Room
I don’t think it’s helpful to compare one group of workers to another or even trying to decide what group is more valuable and how much each should receive for compensation as a result of that decision. Worker groups should be judged upon their own merits, alongside a scale of basic human income and a […]
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Teddy
I’ve been victimizing myself since I was a kid, when at 7, the fist attached to my mother’s wrist that uncoiled toward me in the afternoon light of the laundry pile with a snap that said you put me in her hand because of your choices, bit into my face and injected a shadow of […]
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Letter
I was going to write a letter to myself the way a grieving man or woman or child at a funeral writes their feelings into the grave pit of their beloved. But that seemed too depressing this rainy morning. So, instead I decided I’d write a poem the way a happy man with a smile […]
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Credit Card
A man named Mark from the credit card company called me and told me I could get a good deal and save a lot of money if I signed up for one. “No disrespect, but I try to stay away from credit cards and I’ve made it a point to never own one,” I said. […]
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Bluebird
I hacked up mucus all morning. My sinuses kept filling up. I’d gone through two boxes of tissues and four rolls of toilet paper in a day. My nose turned black. I went to the emergency room. “You’re fine. Go on home and put some Vaseline on it,” the doctor said. “It’s black, doesn’t that […]
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English Muffins
I’ve been trying to think of an opening to start this poem, but all I can think of right now, is my grandfather and how he used to mix & match consonants when he said things to lighten the mood in the Omni, we would all laugh and recombine syntax while on our way to […]
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Elementary School
On the street leading to its heavy doors no one came out of their homes except for the occasional dog who ran at a fence to bark at me as I looked for an iceless patch of pavement to nail my feet into. Cars silently emerged from behind me or from side streets, and came […]
the real subject is always you 