the poem ‘insomnia’

I am in conversation with myself talking to an imaginary you I call my thought a stanza my big idea a poem and every word you say to me is said in rhyme yes all the time I’m imaginary versing with my unreal you responding to some thing you didn’t say I call your thought … Continue reading the poem ‘insomnia’

wired awake

I’m in my bed it’s before first light there’s a bird I don’t know belling outside in the dark she has a quiet call not loud enough to disturb but here I am eyes open and wired awake wondering if the rain will come before the bomb gets dropped I’m not afraid but I think … Continue reading wired awake