Poetry, poetry, poetry! Did I say poetry? August 24, 2016. As My Father Dreams in Circles. A faint, steady stirring. The bones of the day. All the old heroes are dying. Down a flight of stairs. I mind the sharp edges. As I sweep them up.

Original poems for the young at heart. Why Not Do Some DIY? Crumbs in the Butter. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 3,380 other followers. Some nails, a hammer, drill and screws. You almost drilled the cat.

By one the sky was evening-dark. By two the sky had split. So not unlike a sail. And then we must fall off. A sky open like arms. The street like a sigh.

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Some poems by a person who is a man. Oh, those villagers are at it again. Sharpening pitchforks, lighting torches. Reading up on witches and monsters. And seeing them in every dark corner. Turning a blind eye to reason and cool heads. Welcoming the visceral cries shouted. From apple carts and soap boxes. How long this time, until they run out of. Shadows to chase and turn on each other. Burning the town and washing out the gutters with blood? But fear not, once the spectacle is done.