“Out of the anguish of his soul he shall see and be satisfied.”
Make your list.
Those things you don’t have.
The things you’ve done wrong.
The things the world has done to you.
The things you could never accept. Not in a million years.
Continue reading “Poem: Griefs”
- Riding the bus for the first time without getting lost produces feelings of accomplishment. Being confident you don’t look lost, on the other hand, is an advanced skill.
- Potentially falling up the stairs once while embarking the bus does not erase aforementioned feelings of accomplishment.
- Everyone on the bus has a story.
Continue reading “Reflections on riding the bus from an anonymous, disgruntled suburbanite”
I see the clouds. Gray and foreboding.
Covering the sky.
They hover. And long for release.
The day closes. The sky goes dark.
The clouds remain, but blend into the darkness.
Continue reading “Poem: I see the clouds”