spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
your fingers trail in the lazy riversof my heartI remember youI remember you! you with your troubled pastand a hopeful futureyou with the fires of passionon the corner of your lipyour delicate heart and shy feettrodding lightly(you long ago learnedto keep quiet as a… Continue Reading “Dragon-Slayer”
I was flying amongst the clouds Floating and one with the salty sea air The breezes ruffling my feathers The sun upon my wings and my beak Turning my head First one eye then the other I spied from high above the oceans swells… Continue Reading “Spiral Artist”
The first time she climbed through my bedroom window in the middle of the night I was ten and she was eight. She didn’t say anything, just clung to me beneath my purple unicorn blanket and quivered. I wrapped my arms around her and… Continue Reading “Through The Window”
in a way, it was savage the way you held my hand a little too tight a little too firm nails biting into the back of my hand in a quiet corner of my mind there stood a tiny thing just a flicker of… Continue Reading “Flicker of Thoughts”
running along dark twisting paths she dare not glance behind her she knows it is fangs and drool and glowing eyes that haunt her she trips but regains her balance keeps running, keeps running her skin damp with fear unwashed hair covers her eyes… Continue Reading “Little Red”
When I was in high school, Jeremiah was my best friend. I lived the farthest away from that rural school than anyone else, over in the next town. Every school morning my mom would drive me the mile from our house to the elementary… Continue Reading “The Release of Shame”
I haven’t left this cave, my den, in days because if I do, the sky comes crashing in again. There’s a storm brewing on the horizon and it’s coming closer, closer. Should I turn to my left, it rises. To my right, it looms.… Continue Reading “Until It Passes”
original artwork and the occasional rant
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
Apologies for my apologies
Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
Writer and Artist
a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts
The Lies in the Skies Exposed
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