Poetry Garage

Poetry Garage
Flight…

it's not a real playground if it doesn't have a swing-set.there is pure bliss for me on swings legs pumping forth and back rising ever higherlaughing at the feeling of muscles strained air blowing past my ears wind rushing against my cheeksand a feeling like flying...

Contrariwise

I was told to turn left so I took a hard right and kept drivingmy teacher told me to dance so I crossed my arms shook my head and stood still in front of everyonesomeone once told me to watch my mouth nice girls don't use such language so I learned...

Being

I wrote a song today sat at a dusty old piano carved out a tune on tired ivory.Flimsy cobwebs broke along unused wires sent sleeping spiders scattering as my fingers timidly struck each chord.Weaving its way into the world like a newborn the song reached out from the silent ether.  * "BEING" appears in THREE...

Robert Norman

In a small box in the closet where I keep certain treasures memories of my pastthere is a tiny news clipping an obituary four lines longfour lines tell the story of a man aged fifty onehis name. survived by two daughters. wife. sister. three granddaughters. he will be missedfour lines. my father. he was so much bigger...

Harper…

there is a girl who hangs the stars (for this is how the stars are hung) she climbs a ladder to the sky and tiptoes to the topmost rungthen tiny fingers gently lift each fiery glowing orb; each sun with care she pins them to the night illuminating everyoneshe flew away...

Knife Wounds

 I am blameless and at fault. Innocent and guilty damaged, scarred stained, bruised. Someone please peel my battered carcass off the floor.I stumble to the mirror stare blindly at empty eyes watching me in the glass.I was temporarily lost; on leave of absence. I sank back into the shadows; jumped the track.Though sudden sadness creeps up on...