Category: poetry

A Man and His Hands

A MAN AND HIS HANDS A man should feel comfortable with an axe in his hands Whether it rest on his shoulder or slice through the air With the earth in his hands a man should feel at home A man should feel confident and produce with his hands And if that man be so…
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March 16, 2015 0

filaments

It’s only when you have it all that you realize Our love, our lives, our happiness, our wealth Rest upon circumstance as thin as filament Woven a bit but still so fine It’s why we strive constantly It’s why we share our magnetic charge with success The cold night moon is all that lights our…
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February 4, 2015 0

Hessian Slaughter and Trivial Holiday Woes

There has been one chapter of history that I simply cant get out of my head as this season winds down. Listening to people languish about family, returns, and life in America in general I can’t help but draw a comparison. I think of George Washington and the Continental Army crossing the icy waters of…
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December 28, 2014 0

A Run Through Tired Woods

Cool air kills another humid Virginia summer My running shoes find new life Though I run occasionally through the sweltering heat There is nothing to compare to a forest Ablaze   She calls me from the harsh asphalt my feet pound to reach her soft her paths Paths littered with her fiery tears She is…
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December 7, 2014 1

A Run Through Tired Woods

Cool air kills another humid Virginia summer My running shoes find new life Though I run occasionally through the sweltering heat There is nothing to compare to a forest Ablaze   She calls me from the harsh asphalt my feet pound to reach her soft her paths Paths littered with her fiery tears   She…
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October 22, 2014 0