Poems

Poem

Next door live three old ladies. 
They’re sisters, well into their eighties, 
but to us kids, they seem beyond time. 

Poem

The space is a friend.
I tell it what hurts.

I tell it why I'm not good.
The space is a friend.
I tell it the bother I'm in.
It won't let me tell lies.

Poem

Tomorrow has your name on it
It's written up there in the sky
As you set out on a journey
in search of the How? and  the Why?

Poem

 

Thinker to Jace

If I'm not reciting a poem,

my tongue won't let me talk,

I can only bark.

But barking can't say much,

Poem

I am on the bathroom floor
screeching,
Tippi shaking me back into the world.

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Poem

Why couldn't your dad 

be a musician

like Jimmy Leon's dad

or own an oil company

like Coby's?

Better yet, why couldn't

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