This is where I post my poems that have been published in print and on-line journals. This is also where I curate a collection of previously published poems I admire and, beginning in January 2018, the Galleywinter Poetry Series - a poetry series composed of previously unpublished poems solicited by yours truly. Enjoy!
Monday, September 15, 2014
Crying for Three Straight Hours
Gives you one hell of a headache
and all different kinds of wet soak your shirt.
The sounds you make move across the mournful spectrum from wails and moans to curses and howls.
You sit up, lie down, hunch, go completely fetal,
even try kneeling.
It starts shortly after twilight turns deep-cave black,
when you’d normally be surrounded by people
you’d always assumed would always surround you.
At somewhere between knife-to-your-wrist and gun-to-your-head,
when your throat is so sore it sounds like rug burn, you stand, turn off the over-and-over-again of that one song,
stagger into the bathroom, splash water onto your puffy red face