Category: Creative Writing

Eleanor’s Azalea

• Eleanor’s azalea is in bloom She planted it years before She could see it, from her sitting room  Near her front door • Aggie’s trees are growing strong When I was I boy, she would scold me for climbing…

A Poem: The Moon

The Moon The moon is hangin’ low, a crescent in the sky Looking like a golden reflection in an ally cat’s eye • Lunar thoughts eclipse the day Your dreams revealed along the way • Don’t make too much of…

A Passing

I see my friend pacing in the hall She has many friends who may have called  • She returns to our group’s room Her emotions are obvious Her face tells it all but tells nothing  • Distracted, lost in reflection…

The Train

The lights flicker on the train, everyone looks around There is nothing we can do, the lights and we are temporarily powerless Two men sleep in their seats, mouths opened wide No snoring, no dignity, no awareness, just exhaustion Everyone…

2:15 am

The air in the room sits still It’s not hot or cold, it’s indifferent  • Plainly, I can’t sleep My mind running in all directions Possibilities stirring everything but the air  • My purpose calls from several directions In silent…