This document introduces a new series of small poems called "If" published by Carriage House Digital. The author has previously published chapbooks and this series will contain "shorties" or brief poems focused on topics that impact the author with few words. The first volume contains works from September 8th and future volumes will be organized by date. The series aims to share short poems that speak volumes despite their small size.
This document introduces a new series of small poems called "If" published by Carriage House Digital. The author has previously published chapbooks and this series will contain "shorties" or brief poems focused on topics that impact the author with few words. The first volume contains works from September 8th and future volumes will be organized by date. The series aims to share short poems that speak volumes despite their small size.
This document introduces a new series of small poems called "If" published by Carriage House Digital. The author has previously published chapbooks and this series will contain "shorties" or brief poems focused on topics that impact the author with few words. The first volume contains works from September 8th and future volumes will be organized by date. The series aims to share short poems that speak volumes despite their small size.
Carriage House Digital Wednesday, September 11, 2013 If one Wednesday, September 11, 2013 *Notes Hello! I have published a few chapbooks before, but this is the start of a series. This series, will contain shorties or small poems. As I write, much of what impacts me are the poems and muses that have few words but speak volumes. This volume (one) is from work dated 09/08 and I will the continue the If series of shorties by date. I hope you enjoy...remember to follow me at Carriage House Digital Peace Wednesday, September 11, 2013 in a moment i felt like .... well like I blew it and in that simplicity lay a fact how easily i forgot to practice as I preach when forgiving was a thought left for others and i squandered an opportunity of need So Sorry is the least I can offer Wednesday, September 11, 2013 while i was looking the moon said maybe ...it was enough for me Wednesday, September 11, 2013 Most people just stay away afraid they might nd, what they never were looking for. Wednesday, September 11, 2013 I never ever wanted to see you go ...ever. but hey, I dont make the rules now do I anyway, in case you wonder its cool, and yep I'm doing ok I just think someone did not get it and that some one was me. Wednesday, September 11, 2013 you have become the burn in the decay of my evolution like deep rich whiskey that I prefer neat even as I reach into every single beat you will not leave in remorse you will not leave at all but for me, that sweet shock reminds me in silent moments I am still alive Wednesday, September 11, 2013 It cut through the air like cannon re the picture tells another story but no one really knows no one was there except the few whom all just speak in monotone and the problem with that is... nothing if your willing to muddle through clear consequence and the cadence of a spanish inquisition. Wednesday, September 11, 2013 he argued that there WAS a right way that collapse was preventable but life... would surely proceed anyway. why was everything a fucking toss of the dice? give me primordial math cause and effect and that last glazed doughnut please just remember. now for later never hurts now Wednesday, September 11, 2013 I nd it a very attractive genre cold and cutting dipped in honey with a dusting of sifted sugar found in faith its a holy voice that you never knew you had faith is brave and will not falter, that is why mis-steps rarely happen Wednesday, September 11, 2013 he barked like the wind was someone, and the cold ...no friend either how real Winter gets substantiated by degree as so presented, Proves its grip all the photos are in blue but when I think of the color of cold the camera missed nothing Wednesday, September 11, 2013 yep... he picked me up by the scruff, sat me down and un-excusably told me he appreciated my effort in looks contained by contortions I smiled Wednesday, September 11, 2013 and there is sits psalm 23 it made its appearance from a falling bible and spilled the message contained unseen by any other than the hands that carried it for years Now I look it, and leave my fate to the hands that saw me bourne surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days Wednesday, September 11, 2013 I felt the oor collapse and her heart the ache grows knowing she has shed too many tears this great big universe and this one small life often meet between tears of loss, the sting of nality and the promise of forever winds Wednesday, September 11, 2013 maybe its the repeated blows to my existential sub -conscious or maybe its the burger from yesterday ...it tasted kinda funny Wednesday, September 11, 2013 its in a corner with big b's salty sea dogs and bacon band aids but its the books found in nooks deserving second looks where rm is found and loud is sound to places i am bound by nature Wednesday, September 11, 2013 There you were again. even if only in a dream the smile of what was left me waking with an ache Wednesday, September 11, 2013 you have the softest way of remembrance even as the slow motion script follows, I bless the hanging after thought Wednesday, September 11, 2013 nally it reached the unseen. it was not about numbers well in truth, it was about the abuse of numbers like agnostics left with a shadow of doubt pancaked like corned beef on rye one side swiss, one side sauerkraut Wednesday, September 11, 2013 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/. Carriage House Digital 2013 Wednesday, September 11, 2013 If n Wednesday, September 11, 2013