by Ward | Jul 29, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
what can I tell you? no poetry remainsat the site of this crime, move alongall gas pumps are empty, no fuelwill be sold. if you proceed to the shorelinethey’re towing the old battleship out to seaand sinking it. there’ll be underwaterexplosions which you won’t see,...
by Ward | Jul 27, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
We drum as we watch death approachHeralds of war, heart of the danceBeat of mother, we hear that beatbefore we’re born, we hear it every day One day, we realize, we’re deathWe’re the drum, and on that dayDeath smiles upon us, marks our timegrins, admires our beat,...
by Ward | Jul 23, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
Imagine a time when blue skywas unparalleled entertainment.Canvases of old masters revelledin panoramas of cloud and lightto demonstrate they could orchestratestorm, blue sky, beams of lightlike the greatest show on Earth.There is a moment in summerwhen the...
by Ward | Jul 21, 2026 | Poetry, Writing
I no longer comprehend sticky tape.My parents are dead. I have no reason to complain about them.You never really escape high school.Everything can be solved by walking.I used to believe in stuff.No one cares if I wear a dress or not.People are even more boring.I’m too...
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...
