I’m beset in a pit of misery, Haunted by her memory— lying along the shoreline blanketed by the oceans’ saliva, letting the foam filtrate her skin. Sipping on a glass of Irish Coffee, talking about her day. Her face changes and my memory is gapping with holes I cover in well with the dirt, as [...]
Archive for December, 2011
With a Different Meaning Since You’ve Been Gone
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Handshake
Posted in Poetry, tagged avery, avery ryan wellman, avery wellman, poem, poems, poet, poetic, Poetry, Word, wordpress, wordpress.com, words, write, writer, writes, writing, written on December 16, 2011 | 1 Comment »
I have shaky hands. I don’t remember it always being that way. There were times when I was nervous holding a bat with my father watching, and I wanted to hit the ball if only to see his face. But I never tried like I could have, like I wish I had. I hated the [...]
Let me be
Posted in 26855384, Poetry, tagged avery, avery ryan wellman, avery wellman, nature, poem, poems, poet, poetic, Poetry, Word, wordpress, wordpress.com, words, write, writer, writes, writing, written, wrote on December 15, 2011 | 2 Comments »
Let me sit in the solace of my sadness— in the drudgery of my despair. Let the rain wash me into these gutters and let me sit wet and still amongst this fog. Let me be. Let me be the barren bark that sits upon this brown earth and the moss too, that starves slowly [...]
Frozen Fingers Feel the Past
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There’s something written between the lines of denial— caught somewhere amongst these scuffling strokes of genius and, more simply, the strokes of genes. Covering the face like a cold sweaty glass, like frozen fingers numb to the touch of a knife. There’s something I haven’t said yet; something useful I know I need. Maybe all [...]
