Thursday, July 20, 2017
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
poetry rally week 84, short story slam week 71, our growth, our apple tree
by josh nunn
On warm Sunday afternoons my soul rests beneath it's unwavering shade,
And there amongst the long sweet grass my fears and sorrows all just seem to fade.
How it got there, what it's for, no one really knows.
Strangely still, the ground around it strangely, somehow glows.
But it's bulky bossom and entangled arms keep my worries abade.
And when I reach to pick an apple from it's gentle depths I simply make a trade.
One bite into the golden globe and one bad memory just goes...
It's stands solemn and contright beside the sands of time,
And from there the surreal sea of dreams just stretches on and on,
Merging with the sky as it disappears beyond.
On the branches of my hope there hangs a tickering chime.
And when it sings it's time to go, it's time to say anon.
There's a place in my heart where and apple tree grows of which I'm pretty fond.
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
story of the week 70, birthdays and vacatuions, we need them to stay confident, poetry is what we vomit
San Francisco fireworks, july 4, 2017
beijing bird nest firework display
birthday is near
father is far
Jimmy and Dennis could laugh
under the cap of Yahoo,
Tony and Dennis could worry
sitting home from Gary-Field
we count our blessings
and we cheer up the clan
while their friends watch the curtain of grace rise
to see bright sun
Happy Fathers Day
Hapy Independent Day yo America, july 4, 2017