the march of mice
To: Stacey Lee, my sister 30 wow, I’ll be 27 this year.It’s been almost 10 years since we graduated high school.The same stretch of time from 2nd grade to our senior year. (that realization hits me like a swift kick…
Adam J Steele
Rubied Dawn
My daughter and I started the day like most that came before it. With each day getting longer, our morning routine was a bit brighter. On our way out the door she stopped dead as I turned to shut the…
Wrath
A demon of fiery eyed descentIs drawn from my depthsInnocence bows as he passes With a pissed fisted handMy blood drips from his wrist A dance of darkness and searing flameAnd in the wake of the blaze Pain, angst, and…
Shooting Star
As surely as my weeping heart draws ink from this pen, surer still our love will echo the halls of heaven. All I ask is this; hold in your heart the memory of what love I gave. Save it, for…
Fire Fly
Days pull me close like an arduous loverAs Seasons bear witness at the cusp of my lipsWhile passion lays thick like fogThe grass stands in aweIndistinguishable against the setting sun My ear catches the whisperOf lover’s prayers falling from heaven‘Let…
The Child Within
A new page in the chapter of my forefathers.The ramblings of a man or boy. A fox trots through my Daughter’s dreams.She mocks his mischievous grin.His playful nature helps her smile.His bark echoes the child within.She slumbers soundly in my…
The March of Mice or Men
To my older sister: I pick my head up an look at the road I’m on.I turn around and look behind me.People pass and pay me no mind, their eyes fixed on the ground.Like mice, who know only what their…
Shadow Rose
It seems there’s no time for perfectionIf there were, would you wait…. Our good dies youngLeft alone our spirit wanes….Slowly withers…. A spirit, not a man or womanBoth man and womanFrom the hand of God….Not good or badBut both…. The…
Roots of Truth
Of all the ways it could have went but didn’tI miss the ignorance the most.The day I took the time to taste an apple I realized none of this is real.That the bitterness of our fruits is too much to…
Reap What’s Sown
Finally Death… we meetAs a child I felt your presence,Your gaze from afar.I once caught a glimpse of youAs you stood at the wood line at dusk.The setting sun reveled your face to me.The moment our eyes meta fear embraced…
