Car and Fuzzy Have to be In the same room As him. Three is all About tragedy. The other The elder Is older now. The first baby I ever held Now rides a bike And sasses back Because Mom Says no To more robots. The first The man Who holds me close Dreams of the … Continue reading My Boys Right Now
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He’s Tired
He’s tired. Please, wake me up So I can go And lift the world He trembles through. I’m supposed to be The arms that hold Through death and pain Through naught and gold. He’s tired. We try the floor We try the air, This blanket’s thin I really do care! Is it working? I wouldn’t … Continue reading He’s Tired
Mama, Autumn Comes
Mama, there is no easy path to ride into your Indian summers. Autumn is upon you now but you stoutly refuse to put on your coat or stop swimming in the ocean. Storms may come, but you insist you can mold any wave with your spirit that still sees itself riding mustangs in the desert, … Continue reading Mama, Autumn Comes
My Love
Each shrine of my art is dedicated to the muse which is you. And each rung of my dreams spools and hinges on your existence. I only started to breathe real air when you stood still to breathe next to me-- perhaps the first to just stand there doing nothing, saying nothing, but just there … Continue reading My Love
Sitting Naked
Sitting naked at my computer, thinking about you. How strange that so many fear what we have. They call it prison what has freed me more than childhood. A killer of love they call this, which makes me think of you as I sit here naked in front of the screen. Each inch of my … Continue reading Sitting Naked
Daughter of the Other Woman
I am the other woman's daughter. Though I came first, I did not come when the heart was decided. And didn't leave, when it changed its mind. I am the other woman's daughter. Daughter of the ex. Spare of a High School romance. Extra of the second broken marriage, and annoyance of the third. Daughter … Continue reading Daughter of the Other Woman
Wet Wings
My love, You were raised with your father's ideals but by your mother's pragmatism. When talents first bud upon your hands, you clapped for joy and squished them between your palms, making room for more, but not height for growth. My love, You spy the light on the other side with delight, for look, a … Continue reading Wet Wings
Of Step-Dad the First
Down the worn carpet baby blue, but beloved to the door I was so familiar with touching My feet, small then led me to the bed where my father stood oddly haggard as he woved, peice by peice his strewn wardrobe. 'Father' asked I Little voice. 'Where are you going?" His answer was vague even … Continue reading Of Step-Dad the First
My Spouse, the Dreamer
You dream so many things. Leaving me to hold my tongue and confess I don't believe. Because you dream to cope, and I dream for direction. You, to imagine meaning to your strife. And I to put a place to strive for. You don't remember, I can't forget. That I in my weakness can only … Continue reading My Spouse, the Dreamer
War Dog Lover
I'm a cat person. Always wanted a cat. Keep trying to convince the dog lover of the house that a cat isn't too bad. Besides, this cat, my cat, is soft, lovable, hugable, purrs at your feet at night, runs into walls, gives you derpy looks-- and then fills the whole house with the smell … Continue reading War Dog Lover
Author T.S. Lowe 