PoetryDreams of Exile by Michael B. Cameron
DREAMS OF EXILE I’ve been dreaming of leaving Hopping in a car and heading West With nothing but the clothes on my back Cashing one last check To Seattle where she waits…
PoetryDREAMS OF EXILE I’ve been dreaming of leaving Hopping in a car and heading West With nothing but the clothes on my back Cashing one last check To Seattle where she waits…
PoetryBalance the early autumn night sends its chills tugging playfully through my hair as I bathe my callous feet in heat soaked rock stubbornly holding onto the sun a balance my body…
PoetrySIBLINGS we went sideways at each other looked askance tried speech which slid into short phrases caught between pages of albums held long past distance not notated by genealogist or curious historian…
PoetryBURNING leaves crackle crunch fracture under my feet as I rake lift toss dump I’d like to gather anger into a pile heft it high let fury drop and set fire to…
PoetryTHE LAST INHABITANTS this is where the lamp hangs cockroaches inside the phone cushions hide half-chewed gum a coat provides short shift hang-dog days of winter cat curled in patch of light…
PoetryOBLIVION don’t wake me when he drinks when he drives don’t tell me of the screech the car crash let me sleep let me dream unaware
PoetryHow My Father Loves paprika, tamarind sauce, white pepper, leeks at six in the morning, the smell of the sea sizzling on charcoal in the backyard. this is not for the sister…
PoetryGOLDEN YEARS Is it possible? Did I pass through my golden years and completely miss them? those easy years rocking on the porch, reading the Great Novels, grandchildren quietly playing Monopoly, the…