• April 21st – The Corner Where the Wind Recites Salt

    April 21st is not before.
    It is not after.
    It is the day that stands sideways
    to the rest of the month,
    a hinge with no door,
    a moment that refuses
    to belong to time at all.

    It hovers.
    It waits.
    It breathes in a rhythm
    that does not match the world’s pulse.

    Around the c…Read More

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    • PAR, the wind carries many poems of salt and yes, often they go unheard or undeeded, which is of course a shame,cause if they did find ears that hear, our world would be a more joyful place. But, what might be even worse is something that Bruce Springsteen wrote in a song (“Jungle Land”), “and the poets down here write nothing at all, they just…Read More

  • Some times

    There are times when things should be said
    Things should be done
    It is met with silence

    Then there are times things are done
    Without thought
    Automatically

    Sometimes things are said because it is felt
    Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back

    But there is a sometimes

    That trust is broken
    A wound never…Read More

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    • And it is times like this that you just want to SCREAM!!! Far too many people in our world bear wounds that never heal, ooze pain continually. Insightful poem, Fia. -Curt

  • Love Sonnet LXXXIV

    You grab my hand, lead
    me onto the floor, spin me
    into your embrace, and sway
    us into the music.

    The music slows, you pull me
    closer, our bodies feel the warmth
    of the rhythm and the natural passion
    of bump and grind. It’s an

    older tune we are dancing
    to, one that held us in our
    youth, and you look at m…Read More

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  • April 20th, The Quiet Inheritance…

    April 20th does not speak.
    It enters the room
    like someone carrying a secret
    too heavy for language.

    No greetings.
    No warnings.
    Just a presence,
    dense, deliberate,
    a stone placed gently
    on the month’s trembling chest.

    This is the day
    that keeps itself in silence,
    not out of fear,
    not out o…Read More

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  • Torn
    It’s hard to turn away
    Even the thought takes effort
    Knowing that this..,
    This thing between you and I
    Well has no real end
    There was a beginning
    Way back when…

    I should leave
    I am the embodiment of the word toxic
    I know my faults
    My shortcomings
    I know that…
    Still, I cannot leave

    This thing is like a bungie cord
    I drop…Read More

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