by Danny | Mar 31, 2017 | Poetic Side
triad ripe fruit poems appear in my mindlike ripe fruit on a treenear, but out of reach ah, to muster the gumptionto climb the fenceand traipse through thicketto pick them wet words sometimes my mind is a desert landscapeand thoughts are like bleached bones in...
by Danny | Mar 31, 2017 | Poetic Side
a ghostly figure moving through the dark the coyote emerges from the chaparral. down the trail he sneaks on feather feet then shoots across the roadway like an arrow.an intruder, an interloperinvading the peopled flatlands below, seeking opportunity in the...
by Danny | Mar 31, 2017 | Poetic Side
to make my mark… to be seen and heard was my purpose, my desire to blaze like a meteor across the sky so young, so full of fire but with the years I’ve shed this edgy need to prove that I exist watching, listening, I now hear and see the myriad...
by Danny | Mar 31, 2017 | Poetic Side
a green garden hoselies sprawled on the lawnwhere it was so casuallytossed weeks ago dropped,abandoned at the siren callof a cell phone it now turns stiff and brittle in the sunits once wetand muscular vitality but a distant memoryhaphazard loops frozen in time -a...
by Danny | Mar 31, 2017 | Poetic Side
Chaucer, Keats, and Willie Dixon Echo in this crazy brain Emily, Robert, Walt, and Hank O lustrous star, O lonesome train Frederick, Miles, Brian, and John Good vibrations...
