CERTAIN CLUES BY BRAD G. GARBER
Good thing winter’s coming,
she said, noting my frayed
shorts and thin flip-flops
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Posted by admin | Oct 2, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
Good thing winter’s coming,
she said, noting my frayed
shorts and thin flip-flops
I ask you now Mom, under this nighttime sky, wherever you are, (heaven, interstellar, I have no idea) how long do I have to tolerate anxiety tugging me? Live inside bewilderment in this fight of life?
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lists of chores
grocery supplies
birthday cards to send
let’s throw away our past,
every blessed thing we loved,
throw it away for good;
it betrayed us
A ballerina in a black tutu poised in adoration
As chalk-white doves perched on a wall
Pecking food from her tender outstretched palm
I slurp Campbell’s Chicken soup
smell Velveeta sandwich toasting
I would fold myself
into a thousand sheets
and strip my skin
to cloak you …
as you stepped down
from the trains.
Migrating tundra swans stream
through the Pacific Flyway.
Some say the ashen sky is common
this time of year.
A Blank Page is like a Sea of White Transfixed by its tides dragging me under The waves sway me back and forth, I am indecisive As the waves tower over me, engulfing me into the abyss I am suddenly surrounded by white emptiness...
Read MoreCapped waves break inland
with a wrath
of who knows what:
the longing of millions?
Even now, his head on my pillow, front paws held together, as if saying a prayer.
Read MorePosted by admin | Jan 27, 2018 | Non-Fiction | 3 |
I hardly ever notice the drone of airplanes, circling above.
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