Brown Christmas: A Poem About Growing-up Southern It never snowed on Christmas in Houston. Growing up, the December was nippy- and browning grass was crisp with frost. Our breath rose in puffs before our faces- but snow never fell on Christmas day. I didn't mind that Christmas's weren't snowy. We had everything we … Continue reading Brown Christmas: A Poem about Growing-Up Southern
Category: Poems
Writer’s Mania
I am convinced that all writers are unstable. The manic energy that possesses us- that thing we call "inspiration"- the frantic need to create- the voices that fill our minds with the words that flow from our mouths, our hands- those muses, those demons, those divine gods or angels- it is a possession. It's a … Continue reading Writer’s Mania
Ghosts
When the wind picks up and the temperature drops down- When harvest is gathered and leaves turn and fall- When the daylight fades and the darkness waxes strong- That’s when the ghosts plague us all. We are all haunted by our own ghostly ghouls: Haunted by the apparitions of our troubled souls. Haunted by … Continue reading Ghosts
I Cried Tonight
I cried tonight The first time since we broke us The first tears since the last time That we failed to break the curse that keeps us apart. I cried tonight. The first time since I gave up. The first ache since I allowed numbness To replace sharp despair over how close we … Continue reading I Cried Tonight
One Last, One Last Time
*Rough Draft* One last, one last time. You asked me for one last, one last time. Against my better judgement I gave it to you. One last, one last time. I fell for you one last, one last time. I knew it would end- But I loved you. One last, one last … Continue reading One Last, One Last Time
To Mother’s House We Go
It’s a long drive to mom’s. 10 hours over mountains and through valleys Over rivers and through woods. Hundreds of miles in December But, to mother’s house we went to Christmas. It’s been an unusually dry winter- Bad for our fire-hazardous, desert of a state- But good for travel. The first few hundred miles passed … Continue reading To Mother’s House We Go
Home For Christmas
He’ll be home for Christmas. I haven’t seen him since the green summer at the bay. The blue seawater off the coast- And the setting sun on the Ferry Slip- a memory to last through the lonely autumn. But, he’ll be home for Christmas- To warm me again as the days grow short and cold. … Continue reading Home For Christmas
Finals Week: a poem
*Inspired by a walk through campus during finals week.* Finals Week: A Poem The smell of coffee and desperation is in the air. All along hallways students frantically thumb through textbooks, Mutter over notebooks, And curse over flashcards. Students pass-out on the floor, Backpacks used as pillows and jackets as blankets. I walk … Continue reading Finals Week: a poem
Grandpa’s Stories
My favorite Holiday is fast approaching- THANKSGIVING! In honor of this family-gathering Holiday I thought a little family-centered poem would be in order. A family tradition Of our own making- Grandpa’s stories told at each gathering Tales of misadventure: Of a child, Marine, father, and grandpa, Delight and entertain the growing clan. … Continue reading Grandpa’s Stories
Devils- Found Poem
*This is a found poem written for a school project. Every word and line is taken from Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness* That heart of darkness, Is it not frightful? The shackled form of a conquered monster; Truth stripped of its cloak of time, The truth of the “civilized man”. Angel or a fiend? A … Continue reading Devils- Found Poem
