windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poetry


seeing both sides, the seeker looks beyond, and asks a stupid question

current events

resentment is the bane of our age. look around:  if anyone seems an inch taller  or shorter than you, beware. encountering blame,  i bend to meet the truth.


my ancestors fell asleep, on chilly autumn nights, overwhelmed by countless stars. i count them on my fingers, between streetlights.

napowrimo 2014

let the critics have their barbecue. my father’s out-of-tune, glad-hearted singing; the inelegant poem my friend sends in the mail: these are my rice and beans.

napowrimo 2011

a poem a day for 
a month was made, by many. my 
kind of conspiracy.