Youth begins to fade and the journey to adulthood begins. Thanks for taking this journey with me. I hope you found something you liked in my dusty garage... ~Kay
Showing posts with label Poetry Chapbook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry Chapbook. Show all posts
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Garage Sale: page 39
Ann Arbor, Michigan: The Sixth Garage
No Va
Chevy
Nova, bright red,
my thoughts...with schooled driving
coursing through my veins, I take wheels
and go
shifting
power steering,
breaking--stopping--coasting
"no parking" bending forty-five
degrees
driving
the rough terrain
dirt roads direct to hell
for my father, changing gears, his
request
pot-holes
dipping, plunging,
bucking, embarrassed car
parking, my driving lesson, sadly
ending
No Va
Chevy
Nova, bright red,
my thoughts...with schooled driving
coursing through my veins, I take wheels
and go
shifting
power steering,
breaking--stopping--coasting
"no parking" bending forty-five
degrees
driving
the rough terrain
dirt roads direct to hell
for my father, changing gears, his
request
pot-holes
dipping, plunging,
bucking, embarrassed car
parking, my driving lesson, sadly
ending
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Garage Sale: page 38
Ann Arbor, Michigan: The Sixth Garage
Bankrupture
snow piles
withdrawn from banks
deposited in streets
I dig deeper into this vault
of mine
white walls
glisten serene
a hermitaged buffer
my world, an enclave of coolness
sanctum
I like
my cold, hard cache
I hide till father's voice
warns against plowed shares, demanding
retreat
I run
the bank, I ply
snow with spades, walling up
my space and chipping away at
myself
Bankrupture
snow piles
withdrawn from banks
deposited in streets
I dig deeper into this vault
of mine
white walls
glisten serene
a hermitaged buffer
my world, an enclave of coolness
sanctum
I like
my cold, hard cache
I hide till father's voice
warns against plowed shares, demanding
retreat
I run
the bank, I ply
snow with spades, walling up
my space and chipping away at
myself
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Garage Sale: page 37
First, a note: my laptop is in need of surgery. The doctor comes tomorrow. Please bear with me as I hand type the next few entries from Garage Sale.
Ann Arbor, Michigan: The Sixth Garage
Cider Press
yellow
barn smells--donuts
cinnamon, apples, hay
the press release runs off at the
mouth; juicy signs of fall
but I am still
not ripe
Monday, April 2, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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