Auntie has a secret book she keeps. Open the door of the mahogany nightstand.Down on the left of the bottom shelfLies a white tome ordained in red thread With blue and gold flakes in the finish. Auntie’s written a thousand verses,A hundred poems.Stories that capture all the lives she’s lived. The pages have no linesPhrasesContinue reading “Bedside Table”
Author Archives: The Poetry of Ants
An ongoing request for you, the reader!
Listen, Fam. Writing and inspiration are weird. It’s hard to write when one isn’t exactly inspired, and inspiration doesn’t come every day. But if one doesn’t write every day to hone one’s voice and craft, then all of it is impeded when inspiration DOES come. So here’s my request to you: Comment on this postContinue reading “An ongoing request for you, the reader!”
The Redwood Blues
The trees had lost the will to speak. The means to do so were abandonedsoon after. I imagine they grew tiredof the constant inquiries of man;Met time and time again with a refusal to heed. We warred with one anotherwhile they suffered in silence-Saplings planted amongst rocks,In outskirts between road and more road. We attemptContinue reading “The Redwood Blues”
Hello, my name is…
Really, my name isn’t important and most people who are reading this will already know it. What most people wont know is that there are two stories that brought me to this “Imma start a blog” point in my life. The first story is one I don’t remember, while the second one I remember veryContinue reading “Hello, my name is…”
