Poems from ThisIsALongDrive

Voice
How to find it is my dilemma. Where is it hiding, or am I hiding from it? The power in me I feel swelling. It is a dark purple wave at...
In February
You keep green apples and orange on the desk in your room. Pictures of me, and me and you, hang from the shelves like prayer flags. Your...
River Mud
I don't really feel like writing today. I'd rather be naked on the ground, head-to-toe exposed, so I could really think and hear the pines...
If You Are Still Listening
My grandfather's hands tell a story If you listen, they are silent, silently working, But if you move along like normal and make your...