Hinge

featured in the poetry forum April 10, 2024  :: 0 comments

We are the same
like a river and rain

and we flow
and we flow
and we flow.

I’ve swum in you before, you see,
so many lives ago.

You’ve swum in me, too.
We’re at best nothing new.

But this time was different.

This time something grew.

editors note:

So, keep your channels open and your hinges well oiled. – mh clay

Requiem for Self Medicating

featured in the poetry forum December 12, 2023  :: 0 comments

i need i need i need i need i need
to tell you something.

there will always and forever
be a hole.

it is how the light gets in-
you cannot fill this hole.

sometimes when the wind blows through-
it calls awareness to this hole.

there comes an ache.
it feels like her-
her
tender
long-lost
soul.

editors note:

Not whole with this hole. – mh clay

Layhers

featured in the poetry forum March 2, 2023  :: 0 comments

Some strange hunger
atop a less strange hunger.

some strange grief
atop a less strange anger.

some strange hand
atop a less strange hand.

something shallow and cloying
atop something ever so steep.

roots of something asleep
waking up from the deep.

i’m letting her out.
i’m setting her free.

it isn’t quite her and it isn’t quite me.

how long she’s waited
simply
just
to
be.

editors note:

Strange, but no stranger to be – more or less. – mh clay

Call her back y’all

featured in the poetry forum December 10, 2021  :: 0 comments

Rhymes soothe sharp fragments

of a tattered past.

A voice in the darkness.

A question too raw yet
to digest.

The answer is love,
the stomach pains persist.

Vegan chili helps with this.

Or maybe it’s the person
behind that advice.

editors note:

This recipe is right from the source. – mh clay

“i’m with the bandwidth”

featured in the poetry forum March 6, 2021  :: 0 comments

you said you didn’t
have the bandwidth.

don’t say that about my friend!

there is someone in your doorway
casting a shadow
and i cannot see you anymore.

stay away.
come back to me.
st-

it is difficult to hear you
over my pained echo.

i see why we left it at
twisty
old
that.

editors note:

No matter how you leave it, you need bandwidth to deal with it. – mh clay

drive

featured in the poetry forum January 5, 2021  :: 0 comments

The man in me is crying
while the woman
drives the car.

She’s always been
the stronger one,
and how we got this far.

But then he rises up to say-
kindness is not weakness, hey.

And again we all trade places.

editors note:

Two minds, one minder. (We welcome Tess to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

“Good night sweetheart”

featured in the poetry forum September 16, 2020  :: 0 comments

I used to wish that
I had been
named Lullaby

so I could go to bed
with every body,
every night.

I was so silly.

I didn’t even need that name at all!

editors note:

A sweet dream for sweet dreams. – mh clay

upward spiral

featured in the poetry forum March 6, 2018  :: 0 comments

There’s beauty in the breakdown –
maybe everybody says that.
Seems like everybody knows that.

i don’t know.

But what we leave out constantly –

or maybe no one knows it –
or maybe it’s so obvious, it shows –

Is the logic.

There’s logic in the breakdown, too –
it’s just not the first thing calling.

Logic is less primal.

It’s more patient,
in less pain –
and it’s humbled in the presence
of a strength it can’t explain.

Cuz there are just some instances
when things come up
that override the brain.

And that’s when you’re the furthest,

farthest,

fathomest,

away

from being what we think of as insane.

editors note:

Here it is; a logical explanation for all this crazy. – mh clay