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October 29, 2016

Stained glass in Trinity Episcopal Church, Tilton, NH
The whisper of you
Is in everything
I do. How can the world

Continue when your shadow
Has left the side of walls?
My hand lays cold

Without the grip of yours.
Grabbed in the violence
Of night terrors,

When you visit,
Quiet, but behind
The veil of the other side.

Bump in the night.
They say it is how
It happens.

I sink to the wooden floor
Of the vestibule in grief,
Gripping for you in angst.

I have never known
Pain as this. Even
The window casing

Crashing down and blackening
My fingernails
Cannot compare.

Yet, I cower in the dark,
Under the blankets, and knowing.
You will visit again.

This is Poem #188 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 


I cannot get out

of the driveway. Blame

it on lost keys-


Hidden in some

jeans’ pocket, obscure

corner where I set

them down, or in

the Lost and Found


at the local bar.

Where I could drink

troubles dizzy if I


could only get there.

So, I’ll circle the house;


the cat chasing

her own tail

in a bathtub.


Looking in the same

places two or three

times – but to no avail.


They’ve not – those

keys to ignition –

magically resurfaced


since I last left

the room and the car’s

a powerless lump


of insufficient

engine, and metal

and glass – inescapable


in the side yard.


Poem #6 of the Poem (almost) Everyday Project. These are second drafts of  pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. Feel free to give useful critique.


I am also reading Robert Bly’s  Morning Poems as I revisit the poems in this project and am finding it interesting to imagine and analyze the inspirations he found each morning as he wrote, as his project was one of my key inspirations.




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