i want to be a pile of bones no skin to be fattened cut or bruised no nerves to be felt often abused brail and brittle are those bones it mixes well- with my soul bones. i long to be. bones. i want to be a pile of bones » Continue Reading
so much held in a heart- in a lifetime so much held in a heart- in a day an hour a moment so much held in a heart- the memory of your father's voice your mother's papery hands in your hair a child's apple breath the shatter of glass in the road the words i tell you now so much held in a heart. - ( a blackout poem based on on brian doyle's poem collection- "one long river of so » Continue Reading