On Turning 25

I’ve been fiddling with poetry a bit. Here is some.



sifting through the sawdust

of what is mine

and what is not mine

I hear the tune of

little flowers

growing white

or deep blue

in some forgotten valley

and this

I claim

against all comers

to be




several layers deep

under muscle and tissue

lie the fragile-strong bones

that exist

nowhere else

in calcium-rich pockets

I sing myself

to myself

breaking and re-growing

as good bones




I hear you breaking from a distance

as I hear a singer

in some other room

but the voice is no longer mine to listen for

and the microphone is tinny

so I exit when I can

and take the next bus out

One thought on “On Turning 25

  1. Pingback: 2018: A Year in Review | What All The Kids Are Doing

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s