by Ward | Apr 24, 2025 | Poetry, Writing
I think about suicide dailyNot as an alternativeBut part of my human conditionThat reflects me as I reflect upon itFate teaches us how to avoid itOnly when we learn from itNo one walks from death unscarredThere’s no mirror reflects as trueSometimes, I don’t...
by Ward | Apr 21, 2025 | Poetry, Writing
for Mary OliverRobins have made a home in our backyard.Today, an old fat one lights upon the rowof potted nasturtiumsI placed upon the wall of the garden bed.Light plastic pots filled with weightless potting soil,he hops one to the other,the entire line without...
by Ward | Apr 16, 2025 | Poetry, Writing
The clown does Shakespeareand we laugh.Hidden waif, tortured reader,stolen son, serious child,why do we howl when you misbehave,cry, when you are kind?We join with you in your threadbare costume—I can live without you, father, but must have butter,at least one mutt or...
by Ward | Apr 3, 2025 | Poetry, Writing
Oh lion, liar,snake, oh goatneither reptile, mammal,nor best of all time.You serpent, lowbelly, cold, scaly,goat, you bloat,the smell ain’t weird,it’s disgusting.You fibbin’ fatscoundrel, mouthpiecefor those who feel lionsdon’t get their due,who exactly are...
by Ward | Mar 28, 2025 | Poetry, Writing
You gotta be lucky to be in love.Bet on the hot hand, roll the dice,play hard to be twice as nice.Cut a two, make it hearts,you gotta make the bet if you want the part;you gotta be lucky to be in love.You gotta be lucky to be in love.It ain’t heaven that drops from...
by Ward | Mar 10, 2025 | Poetry, Writing
My family often call me a bear.Perhaps it’s my grumpy nature.I’m known to roar if startled,behave badly if woken abruptly.It’s true I like my back to be scratched. If no one with sharp fingernails is available,I’ll lean against a tree, scrape against itwith such...
