Bookstore Poem #337

The first of two poems written in response to the phrase ascendant emotion, undoubtedly a misreading of the words stenciled on a couple of industrial-sized dumpsters at a construction site I drove past this afternoon… Feelings arise meaning I am alive I am uncomfortable this is part of the rhyme as when I shout my [...]

Don’t panic (a poem)

I was hoping for more from this one, but I cut things close as it is… Lights are out for the night but my eyes are wide open There’s a crowd gathered where my thoughts are I’ve been putting up one wall after another between me and tomorrow to try to corral them but they’ve [...]