"Those were hard things for me to come by, and I offer them to you for what they may be worth." - Toby Wolff

Friday, October 20, 2017

Post Era

There is a car
far in the distance,
an after thought of sound.

The birds have claimed this space
this tree
as home.

What do they fear...
the birds?
Flight seems so easy
until you have legs.
Then your feet leave prints
and the floor boards creek
and everyone knows
you just aren't capable of stairs...
and you're sneaking out
the best you can,
dropping gifts like horse turds
(at least that's how they're seen).

"You left me with shit!"

I tried to leave you everything...
(but me).

And that's the crux of it.

I have driven a painful road,
not unlike your own,
just a pendulum swing away really...
and I tilled a field by hand,
blisters, then calluses, then
the supple understanding of human skin.

How frail we are. How needy.

I can't drive on that road any longer,
pot holes dug with anger and unforgiveness.
I have no more need to journey there.
It's memorized and lebotomized
by redemption.

I hope I see you on the other side.
It's an idealists notion,
but I've always been an idealist
for the kids.


  1. It always amazes me that some of my old buddies still hang out here! It seems a lifetime away, but at the same time, I still feel connected to you! Hope all is well Anthony!

  2. Oh, Annie, how I've missed your beautiful words!!!!! I think we met here in blogland where so many friends have come into our lives. It's great to see you writing and posting again. Don't stop!!!!! I'm trying to write in the midst of the upheaval that is my life. I drag the words painfully from my bruised body/heart. Love you!! xo

    1. Oh my sweet precious poetess. You will come through this with new bruises and different future, but all will be well. It is HIS promise. God will not leave you undone! (HUGS) to my girl!!!! XXOO


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