cluttered silence
sits around the room
staring
breathlessly
stealing
my soul
from within my body
endlessly
raging
against
my mind
like an angry dictator
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published January 2013.
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Dear neighbor,
The incessant barking of your dog
kept me awake last night.
I laid (or is it lied? Even as an English teacher,
I still confuse the two.) there, for hours,
thinking of how lucky we are
to have a dog keeping us all so safe
at night. I mean, who would even think
of robbing one of our homes with such
a savage beast on the loose out there?
I envisioned him (All dogs are boys, right?)
chasing after a would-be assailant,
and tearing him (I’m assuming most robbers
are men, too.) limb from limb.
And so, I wrote you this note to say thanks.
Thank you for allowing your dog
to BARK INCESSANTLY FOR
EIGHT FLIPPING HOURS LAST NIGHT.
I’m sure we’re all safer because of it.
EIGHT FLIPPING HOURS LAST NIGHT.
I’m sure we’re all safer because of it.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published January 2013.
Welcome to Wage Love Weekend! Closing out the LOL series and WAGE LOVE weeks of prayer with a weekend of worship, celebration, and seeking God as He leads us day by day! We are honored to have Pastor Jacob Jester from Arizona with us th…
“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” | Ian Maclaren
I’m so tired
that I can’t even remember what day it is.
Maybe Friday,
or Monday.
I don’t know.
I walk into a local Walgreens
to buy a few items for my wife
who is at home recovering from surgery.
A nice lady shields her child,
giving him a look that pleads:
“Please don’t become a drug head like
that man over there!”
I just need some coffee, ma’am.
And a few hours of sleep.
And for the test results
to come back
saying my wife,
saying my wife,
the love of my life,
is cancer-free.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published January 2013.
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