Is it a click, or a tap, the scratch of pen a distant memory, but the hand is still the same. Yet different, aged, changed, scars remind of youthful pain that has turned into an adult. But the page is still the same; the only one who listens to cries that flowed out of fingertips … Continue reading White Page
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Excerpt from my book “Bike Chain Poetry”
"Easier, Maybe, Possibly" Nonsensical nonsense so nonsense-able that we should feel foreboding. Like he said, beware the jabberwock, grumble twitching squeals of maniacal delight that we believe the idea of the bandersnitch in its glorious frumiosity, easily misunderstood, as all bandersnitches should, in regards to their beside manners. A kiss, maybe, but the warbling bird … Continue reading Excerpt from my book “Bike Chain Poetry”
Closed Eyes
I closed my eyes and you were gone safe and sound, out of sight, we fight this fight and still we die. she whispered, “just close your eyes,” and in the early morn of an unassuming day she slipped from my life. No one teaches you to hold the right way, so focused on productivity … Continue reading Closed Eyes
Let Me Tell You About My Aunt Norma
I have been lucky, in life, to have met and loved so many different and amazing people. I have also felt the gut-wrenching loss of losing some of them to time, accident and illness. Today I found out that I passed the NREMT-Paramedic Cognitive exam. After 11 months of blowing off friends, relatives, and my … Continue reading Let Me Tell You About My Aunt Norma
Faith Taryn Davies 