Hands
Dirt under his nails
Crisscrossed scars, old and faded
A man’s calluses.
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Curse
I wish you death and despair,
ill health and no hair;
I pray that this hex
withers even your sex,
and breaks you beyond repair.
The long, hard job
Sunrise to sunset,
I walk out that door, and I
return when work’s done.
The measure of words
Poem
Short and sweet
Rhyming, timing, symbolizing
Still words run deep
Narrating, describing, climaxing
Rich and full
Prose
Labourer
Working on the lines,
it’s just another day of
working on the lines.
To the death
I have loved and lost,
and buried my heart so I
would not love again.
Journey
The storm and the song
carry me along
through war and strife,
this tumultuous life,
to where I belong.
Book 3 announcement
I’ve been working on my third publication over the past few months and I’ll be finalizing the last of the details by the end of the week.
The title of my third book is, “2011: The Year I was in Love”. It will contain my work from March of 2011 through the end of that year.
I’m publishing it as both a paperback through CreateSpace and Amazon and as an ebook through the Kindle store. I’ll post links as soon as everything is ready, which should be within the next week.
Tender
Take care whom you hold –
unworthy arms will never
treat you with respect.
The Eye of the Storm
All of the noise
from the girls and boys
makes me crawl in my skin;
their damnable din
challenges my poise.
A (wise) man of two faces 