Spring
carriejonesbooks This poem is (I think) part of me delving into a character of a young adult novel work in progress. Spring My nerves are jangled, frayed. Panic touches the under…
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When Your Father Isn’t Your Father
When Your Father Isn't Your Father This morning when I planted An apple tree in the backyard again Because the last had been crushed By the weight of beaten maple…
Ode To Another Nightingale
Ode To Another Nightingale “My heart aches,” he says as if that will change her mind. He quotes Keats, memorizes it the way others memorize song lyrics, drunk, but not…
Poem About Gabby Dog
Gabby Dog Poem There can be no doubt, her fluffy, furry, slobbery self was meant to save us just not the way she thought, not from little gray squirrels allegedly…
The Apple
The apple fell to the ground joining the others; rotting had already begun the way it does. We all fall and crack. On the wire a squirrel ran to the…