I can smell the dogwoods as the wind rustles their pedals to the ground. The early blooming flowers of lilting pain, lingering like the love of a dream not undone. Vivid colors, bright and striking, wildly tamed. And that little girl with curls running with me, I can see the cracks of those creeks all [...]
Archive for February, 2012
The Pedals of Dogwood
Posted in Poetry, tagged avery, avery ryan wellman, avery wellman, childhood, children, memories, memory, past, poem, poems, poet, poetic, Poetry, poets, sister, Word, wordpress, wordpress.com, words, write, writer, writers, writes, writing, writings, written on February 26, 2012 | 1 Comment »
Mapquesting Morality
Posted in Poetry, tagged avery, avery ryan wellman, avery wellman, poem, poems, poet, poetic, Poetry, poets, Word, wordpress, wordpress.com, words, write, writer, writers, writes, writing, written, wrote on February 22, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
People live their lives like bulldozers without rearview mirrors to remind them of their regrets. They roll with the rivers, the sludge and slim that filtrate and foam like a covering, like some catastrophe of organic chemistry, incessant and endless in their pursuit to perfection. And they drive— oh, do they drive. Reaching and having, [...]
Reflections
Posted in Poetry, tagged avery, avery ryan wellman, avery wellman, poem, poems, poet, poetic, Poetry, poets, Word, wordpress, wordpress.com, words, write, writer, writes, writing, written, wrote on February 19, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
To and fro this boat go rolling with the tide. Hands glazing over the sky with ripples reaching out. Memories are like a canvas to me covered in white paint. And I know they’re there, and I stare and stare looking for these things I cannot see. And I lost your touch not too long [...]
Leave an(d) Exit
Posted in Poetry, tagged avery, avery ryan wellman, avery wellman, poem, poems, poet, poetic, Poetry, poets, Word, wordpress, wordpress.com, words, write, writer, writers, writes, writings, written on February 16, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
We met in the wrong room— cracked doors helped to echo our hearts down the hallways. And they heard us all too clearly. Nothing can change that I suppose. Ice covering the edges of these windows like crystal shadows, traffic smoking through the fog, and it’s all a blur. The baffled dream of a bored [...]
Waste
Posted in Poetry, tagged avery, avery ryan wellman, avery wellman, poem, poems, poet, poetic, Poetry, poets, Word, wordpress, wordpress.com, words, write, writer, writers, writes, writing, writings, written on February 16, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
I’m making due with the ashtrays we are. I’m not hiding my teeth behind a smile. Not for you. The negatives are what we run on when we’re in the rain, and when we can’t sleep. I’m taking this distance and I’m cutting it in half. And believe me, these things take time. We sure [...]
That Song
Posted in Poetry, tagged avery, avery ryan wellman, avery wellman, Future, love, past, poem, poems, poet, poetic, Poetry, poets, present, prose, song, songs, Word, wordpress, wordpress.com, words, write, writer, writers, writes, writing, writings, written on February 2, 2012 | 2 Comments »
It’s a little bit hazy now, but I imagine that dust storm we drove through where your coat was caught in the door and we listened to that song way too many times. That night on the ocean shore were we froze our asses off like high school sweethearts cutting curfew. And it all becomes [...]
