Category: Words to Meet With: Poetry Blog
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The Piano
Everybody knows somebody who owns a piano. Grand, upright, baby, mini, sleek and shiny, warm and wooden. My piano teacher had a black Yamaha. Small enough for her cozy living room. Big enough for me to fill with rondeaus and minuets. The keys felt clean like they had be swiped with a disinfectant […]
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The Cliff
I can hear the silence in the Taylor Swift. I can hear the silence in the Beyonce. I can hear the silence in that rap song we know of but don’t actually know. I can hear the silence in the thundering crickets. I can hear the silence in the lapping lake waters. I can […]
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The Beach
Beaches are either blue or grey and this beach is grey, today. It’s easy enough to put a ring on your finger but harder to keep it on. I can feel the sand trickling through the hole in my shoe. I can feel the roughness of your jacket on my cheek. The […]
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The Lobby
she said it was too much for her and she left the theatre. I asked her when she would be back and she said in ten years. the sound-proof walls weren’t completely padded; echoes of music rolled out like a mist over the lobby. she was old; but not quite that old. old […]
Emmett MacMillen 