I Need to Thank Crickets - Feb. 25, 2021

for listening to me

write poems at ungodly

hours through an open window

their gentle applause

always encourage

the rough drafts

to get up and try again

when they stumble

and chaperoning them

to the handoff with light

and it’s mostly helpful

relatives

Recent Posts

it’s a double-hawk dive of black ink wings but plummeting “w’s” in a blue sky need a vowel WoW

just one time say I still love you during one of my swearing rages when a vocal strain of mine enters the air smacking it with inflamed...

in the dream of a memory at times familiar faces in odd outfits mouth words they’d never speak in places and situations they never were...