by Ward | Jul 15, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
My father would always tell me,“When the winds are high,gales busting down windows,when the heavens open, firepours down and people swearit’s the end of the world,that’s when you want to buy new tires.There’s no waiting then. And make surethey throw in putting them on...
by Ward | Jul 14, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
Deborah says, swimming in a lake is so beautiful.I say, it’s the antithesis of a swimming pool.Which leads me to ask, what’s the antithesisof a swimming pool? Is it a woman’s womb, lifegrowing within, is it corn silk, leaves and cobwe don’t eat, perhaps, it’s the very...
by Ward | Jul 13, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
One man blows out a candle when another man lights it. The man trying to light the candle runs faster and faster away from the man blowing it out, until he cannot light a match.Several men, wearing padded outfits and blindfolds, walk around the stage swinging large...
by Ward | Jun 25, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
Paper is a Time Machine, but it only goes backward in time.Don’t ask where it begins, I don’t know where to begin,but I know when you read you’re transported back in time.I’m certain of that, but not much else. Is it part of the pencilthat places a mark? The writing...
by Ward | Jun 24, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
Santa Claus of the garden,you bring snap of winterto the mouth, crisp frosty heat.Some call you icicle, watermelon,breakfast, French, pink, orange, purple(dirt had a real grip on that one.) First greens after winter.Speed queen of growth.Don’t mind the frost.Start ‘em...
