Month: February 2012
Laugh Until You Shit Your Pants
Be Little Me. Make my hands burn. They taste like fire. I can feel the burn in my palms The feeling of being denied Do…
Detritus Falling
a href=”http://blog.tompoet.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/marine_snow.jpg”> There has been no snow this winter at least nothing that has stuck. A few flakes in October and the other night in…
Where The People Sit
I have been on the side of the tide, where the people sit and the sand is soft. The warm toes have little rings…
The Benthic Blog
You can not fake this, act as if this is not real. Lay down your words and let them tell the truth without the echo….
The Equilibrium Point
This is the sand and the suds. The spot where land meets water. Churning, Unrelenting words. The high tide mark the net can not…