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#ScribesAndMakers ~ Share something you've been working on this month.

I wrote one haiku, one longer-form poem and this week a new stream of consciousness-style prose poem. I favour flash prose poems.

I'm aiming for more prose poems this month.

#Haiku #ProsePoem #Writing

#ScribesAndMakers ~ Share something you've been working on this month.

I wrote one haiku, one longer-form poem and this week a new stream of consciousness-style prose poem. I favour flash prose poems.

I'm aiming for more prose poems this month.

#Haiku #ProsePoem #Writing

#ScribesAndMakers ~ Share something you've been working on this month.

I wrote one haiku, one longer-form poem and this week a new stream of consciousness-style prose poem. I favour flash prose poems.

I'm aiming for more prose poems this month.

#Haiku #ProsePoem #Writing

#ScribesAndMakers ~ Share something you've been working on this month.

I wrote one haiku, one longer-form poem and this week a new stream of consciousness-style prose poem. I favour flash prose poems.

I'm aiming for more prose poems this month.

#Haiku #ProsePoem #Writing

#ScribesAndMakers ~ Share something you've been working on this month.

I wrote one haiku, one longer-form poem and this week a new stream of consciousness-style prose poem. I favour flash prose poems.

I'm aiming for more prose poems this month.

#Haiku #ProsePoem #Writing

Culdesac

down here on the path 
beside the railroad tracks 
with the freight train 
slowly going by 
the urge to hop on one 
of the gravel laden cars 
and let it take me 
far away from here 
is almost overpowering

as usual i do not 
make the leap and 
later i find myself 
walking past the old man 
with a broom sweeping 
the street to where the path 
turns back upon itself 
out past the little girl 
on her mama's back 
who says hi 

i try to smile in return 
but all i can think about 
is how did i ever get so lost

July 9, 2015

Culdesac

down here on the path 
beside the railroad tracks 
with the freight train 
slowly going by 
the urge to hop on one 
of the gravel laden cars 
and let it take me 
far away from here 
is almost overpowering

as usual i do not 
make the leap and 
later i find myself 
walking past the old man 
with a broom sweeping 
the street to where the path 
turns back upon itself 
out past the little girl 
on her mama's back 
who says hi 

i try to smile in return 
but all i can think about 
is how did i ever get so lost

July 9, 2015

Culdesac

down here on the path 
beside the railroad tracks 
with the freight train 
slowly going by 
the urge to hop on one 
of the gravel laden cars 
and let it take me 
far away from here 
is almost overpowering

as usual i do not 
make the leap and 
later i find myself 
walking past the old man 
with a broom sweeping 
the street to where the path 
turns back upon itself 
out past the little girl 
on her mama's back 
who says hi 

i try to smile in return 
but all i can think about 
is how did i ever get so lost

July 9, 2015

Culdesac

down here on the path 
beside the railroad tracks 
with the freight train 
slowly going by 
the urge to hop on one 
of the gravel laden cars 
and let it take me 
far away from here 
is almost overpowering

as usual i do not 
make the leap and 
later i find myself 
walking past the old man 
with a broom sweeping 
the street to where the path 
turns back upon itself 
out past the little girl 
on her mama's back 
who says hi 

i try to smile in return 
but all i can think about 
is how did i ever get so lost

July 9, 2015

Culdesac

down here on the path 
beside the railroad tracks 
with the freight train 
slowly going by 
the urge to hop on one 
of the gravel laden cars 
and let it take me 
far away from here 
is almost overpowering

as usual i do not 
make the leap and 
later i find myself 
walking past the old man 
with a broom sweeping 
the street to where the path 
turns back upon itself 
out past the little girl 
on her mama's back 
who says hi 

i try to smile in return 
but all i can think about 
is how did i ever get so lost

July 9, 2015

My poetry collection is now available on Amazon 👻👻👻

https://www.amazon.com/Ghost-House-collection-prose-poems-ebook/dp/B0CQG61ZBS/ref=monarch_sidesh

Pastiche & beat words & imaginary correspondence. Ghosts of what was & what wasn't & what might have been & mythology dragged flailing & cursing into the present

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