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Someone Else’s Crime
It is about injustice. Someone Else’s Crime I will grow tomatoes When you’ve set me free. I will live at home in peace Where all will let me be. I will wake up cheerful In the morning to the sun. I will feel at peace at last, Once my Freedom’s won. I have been imprisoned [...]
Continue reading...The Story of the Pug
9. February 2008
Once there was a little pug, She snapped and snarled at every thug. She had a brain, the thugs had none, For they were crass and crude and dumb. But when they gathered with their clubs, She ran away, that little pug. She ducked for cover, panting hard And peered out with a pounding heart. [...]
Continue reading...The Black Box
22. October 2007
Which is worse – to wonder, or to know? What lies within the place I hate to go … My stomach twists, my heart feels weary pain Forever I search reasons to refrain From visiting the place where shadows lurk; Where papers wait, to tear my mind from work … I wonder what dark letters [...]
Continue reading...Slavia
29. September 2007
My stomach burns With the quaking tide, When you play with my toes, When you tickle my pride. Take me away To your far away land, Buried like dust In the prints of your hand, Where your smile doesn’t crack, And fade, Before the hours Draw into days. I lay in the bed Of a [...]
Continue reading...Unlike
3. September 2007
Unlike a lightless chasm, No deep mystery to fathom. What I may or may not feel Is un-vital. Hardly real. Yet you are. More than the rest. I love you all. Or do my best. In a world I longed to find With all my blue moons left behind On the far side of the [...]
Continue reading...The Serpents
9. August 2007
We are living for a breath of cold. As we watch the shadows fold Into olive sands … The bays Of salty waters Mark our days; By the ripples, By the tides. We come forth limping, ― Leave in strides. And the heat lays Like a hound. The children know The crooked sounds Of serpents, [...]
Continue reading...The Tide
2. August 2007
The early morning tide Is low again, Very low, As if a giant sea monster came in the night And gulped up half the harbor. I often wish I could walk out there, But I either don’t have the time, Or the courage. - Written by Anna Williams at Age 10 Barnstable, Massachusetts
Continue reading...Do You Ever Wish
22. July 2007
Do you ever wish To paint your life In black and white, And hang some sad nostalgic music in the back, And put it on a TV screen For men in future years to see And say, “This must have been The way things used to be …” Do you ever walk the street And [...]
Continue reading...Creator
11. July 2007
Neath a shrouded midnight star, Blinded by the blackened road, Riding endlessly and far Where the wind is hard and cold, By the river, long and deep, Where the wicked willows blow, Ill with pain and wanting sleep Where the frozen waters flow, Rider of the raging sea Roamer where the rivers roll, Weaver of [...]
Continue reading...Remember
9. July 2007
When I no longer stand here by your side, At night beneath the moonlit milky way; When I no longer kneel with you and pray, And swear to you with stern, unshaking pride That I will never travel far away… When I my faithful promises betray, And on the far side of the earth I [...]
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9. May 2008
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