by Ward | Sep 12, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
with flying pies in the facerakes meant for Sideshow Bobnew frost on concrete stairsladders not properly secured when there isn’t enough moneywhen the bills come duewhen the cold settles inwhen looking at yourself in the mirror isn’t going to get you anywhere when the...
by Ward | Sep 10, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
everything is a lie; what is a lie?what can be excused; what must be forgotten?when the blood is on your handsthe moment you say you’re innocentdo you blame, or just deny? proclaimyou’re just one of the misunderstoodraise an army to fall upon shameconquer all that is...
by Ward | Sep 8, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
1you can go to bed and planto get up in the morning and dig a holeand by noon, you can be donethis is not a good recipe for writing a poem2holes can house nasty thingsthree day question marks that ask“did that happen? if I don’t think I did it,does it count?” that’s...
by Ward | Sep 3, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
I’m reading Raymond Carver and thinking of my friend Michael –not because he recommended Carver, but becausewhen he’s in his stride, Michael writes like Carver. I call it ‘mepoetry’. I wrote lots of it. Until I got tired of seeing “me” all the time.Nonetheless,...
by Ward | Sep 1, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
there are two ways to make friendsyou sing together oryou dance togetherthe only exception arechildren they do both at once
