writers – Thistle Thoughts

I Often Have Nostalgia For Things That Never Happened

tonight i learned about the dead boy
who filmed my old stomping ground

I’m being as patient as possible

There was medicine just lying around,

In the pink plastic pail
at the end
of the driveway,
stones and acorns
soak, sky reflections
swirl.

30 word poetry prompt

Cunning raven,
sing for me

I walk slowly,
collecting jagged
seashell thoughts

I only scratch surfaces. I fear the
blood of everything.

New published poem.

“Four Months in the Motherland” and
“Feast of All Souls”