spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
sitting in a grungy diner having a bit of gossip with a friend the bells on the door jingle a dark stranger walks through the door wearing all black and a trimmed goatee and carefully styled hair he looks right at me I barely… Continue Reading “Time To Remember”
Everybody around me seems to constantly be going, going, going. Looking at their phones. Talking non-stop with no pauses or thoughtful reflection. Working on and off the clock. Even sitting at the table or on the couch in the evening, television turned on the… Continue Reading “Video: 28 December 2020 Slow Motion Wave Crash”
we all have expiration dates he knew that because that’s what everyone always told him they said that when his dad died at 51 they said that when his mom got sick they said that when frank at the office fell off his chair… Continue Reading “Expiration Date”
Wheezing and sighing, he climbed upwards, ever upwards. The thick bough between his hands branched, branched, branched again, growing thinner as it did. Occasionally he took a wrong turn, came to the end and just wasn’t high enough. He felt it, knew it. Back… Continue Reading “Flyer”
You are the Mountain Queen. For as long as you can remember, you’ve watched the village far below you. Each night, the forge fire burns and the smith’s hammer can be heard all around you. Since the snow melted, the hammer has been silent… Continue Reading “The Mountain Queen”
I visited her every weekend for nearly six years. Her once-dark hair now silvered with age, but you could see she had been knock-out gorgeous in her youth. In my eyes, she was still quite beautiful. She had no family, so she claimed, and… Continue Reading “The Mush From The Hill”
In the morning she lay, peaceful as she did, the grasses and trees which took root within her skin stretched toward the sun. The verdant greens of fresh life covered her and she rested, calm. She felt a breeze run across her hilltops and… Continue Reading “Seismic Activity (cataclysmic love)”
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Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
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The Lies in the Skies Exposed
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