the yard feels larger now without you
wildflowers have laid down in the grass,
branches hang heavier with silence
I’ve put the feeders away
with each departure
wings and words fold into the air
I stand in the ache you left
slowly learning to let go
without calling back
#poetry #KYPoet #grief
wildflowers have laid down in the grass,
branches hang heavier with silence
I’ve put the feeders away
with each departure
wings and words fold into the air
I stand in the ache you left
slowly learning to let go
without calling back
#poetry #KYPoet #grief
September 28, 2025 at 1:21 PM
Which news channel does your father watch?
Not what kind of books does he read
Not who is his favorite poet
Not who or what inspires him
Not whether he prefers Monet or O’Keeffe
Not Rock n roll or Jazz or Classical top 10s
Not his thoughts on existentialism
Not his wildflower garden
#poetry #KYpoet
Not what kind of books does he read
Not who is his favorite poet
Not who or what inspires him
Not whether he prefers Monet or O’Keeffe
Not Rock n roll or Jazz or Classical top 10s
Not his thoughts on existentialism
Not his wildflower garden
#poetry #KYpoet
September 14, 2025 at 1:52 AM
the sunlight dreams of skin
but his is made of paper—
folded, crumpled, singed
touch becomes smoke
becomes flame
becomes ash
words turn into birds
turn into lullabies hummed backward
they fly and hide
behind locked doors
#poetry #KentuckyPoet #KYPoet
but his is made of paper—
folded, crumpled, singed
touch becomes smoke
becomes flame
becomes ash
words turn into birds
turn into lullabies hummed backward
they fly and hide
behind locked doors
#poetry #KentuckyPoet #KYPoet
August 18, 2025 at 12:57 AM
the sunlight dreams of skin
but his is made of paper—
folded, crumpled, singed
touch becomes smoke
becomes flame
becomes ash
words turn into birds
turn into lullabies hummed backward
they fly and hide
behind locked doors
#poetry #KentuckyPoet #KYPoet
but his is made of paper—
folded, crumpled, singed
touch becomes smoke
becomes flame
becomes ash
words turn into birds
turn into lullabies hummed backward
they fly and hide
behind locked doors
#poetry #KentuckyPoet #KYPoet
wooden throne for
counterfeit king
grandfather calls on them one by one
smoldering ash from stale cigarettes and burned down legacies
sunday dresses
serpent hands
sweetheart, it’s so good to see you again.”
the secret is out now, motherfucker
#poetry #kypoet #Kentucky #blueskywriters
counterfeit king
grandfather calls on them one by one
smoldering ash from stale cigarettes and burned down legacies
sunday dresses
serpent hands
sweetheart, it’s so good to see you again.”
the secret is out now, motherfucker
#poetry #kypoet #Kentucky #blueskywriters
August 16, 2025 at 4:47 AM
wooden throne for
counterfeit king
grandfather calls on them one by one
smoldering ash from stale cigarettes and burned down legacies
sunday dresses
serpent hands
sweetheart, it’s so good to see you again.”
the secret is out now, motherfucker
#poetry #kypoet #Kentucky #blueskywriters
counterfeit king
grandfather calls on them one by one
smoldering ash from stale cigarettes and burned down legacies
sunday dresses
serpent hands
sweetheart, it’s so good to see you again.”
the secret is out now, motherfucker
#poetry #kypoet #Kentucky #blueskywriters
July 4, 2025 at 2:20 AM
May 26, 2025 at 7:49 PM
#poet #KYpoet #poemoftheday #poetry #mentalhealth #dance
Cradle the Conflict
extracting all war from my mind
cradling the #conflict
until the fight in me is gone
when #words no longer shoot but spin
we’ll #dance to melodies of #mercy
Cradle the Conflict
extracting all war from my mind
cradling the #conflict
until the fight in me is gone
when #words no longer shoot but spin
we’ll #dance to melodies of #mercy
May 15, 2025 at 6:16 PM
#poet #KYpoet #poemoftheday #poetry #mentalhealth #dance
Cradle the Conflict
extracting all war from my mind
cradling the #conflict
until the fight in me is gone
when #words no longer shoot but spin
we’ll #dance to melodies of #mercy
Cradle the Conflict
extracting all war from my mind
cradling the #conflict
until the fight in me is gone
when #words no longer shoot but spin
we’ll #dance to melodies of #mercy
#kypoet #poetry #contemporarypoetry #haiku #confessional #confessionalpoetry #poemoftheday
I wrote search party
poetry for two damn years
No one came looking
I wrote search party
poetry for two damn years
No one came looking
May 12, 2025 at 4:33 AM
#kypoet #poetry #contemporarypoetry #haiku #confessional #confessionalpoetry #poemoftheday
I wrote search party
poetry for two damn years
No one came looking
I wrote search party
poetry for two damn years
No one came looking
#kypoet #poetry #contemporarypoetry #lyricalpoetry #confessional #confessionalpoetry #trees #forest #light #grief #depression #poemoftheday
May 5, 2025 at 11:12 AM
#kypoet #poetry #contemporarypoetry #lyricalpoetry #confessional #confessionalpoetry #school #bullies #murder #poemoftheday
May 4, 2025 at 2:45 PM