Wrong Target

 

There are faces
bleeding, places burning
and predators seizing Continue reading

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The Time Has Come

blue

The downsizing is over.  What remains is packed.  We’re shutting her down and hitting the road.

Executive Decision

I will
empty myself
of nail guns and jack-
hammers, spit up
buses, taxis
and concrete. I will
unplug from dumb
ass ads
for depression, from
drug hazed penis
dysfunction… I will
empty my head, heart
and soul Continue reading

Saturday In the Hayloft

Cheerful Turtle B&W

The land grows

with its roots in our souls.

We are full of sunflowers, thistles

and pigweed.  I am hard-headed

as the winter wheat, you are soft

at the heart like an artichoke.  We are

black as the loam

with the earth bleeding

out of our pores.

We are bathed in sweat

and cricket spit.  We are full

of itch, rocks and mourning doves, we are

thunder and lightning

making love.

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®