Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on September 17, 2013
The train blunders through the night
The plaintive whistle disappears
Down the iron tracks until there
Is nothing but darkness
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on September 10, 2013
The spider web glints in
Slant afternoon light
A larger spider now
Than when it first moved in
With flowered plants
Rent free occupancy among
Ceramic pots in the corner
Where the deck overlooks
Bay back yards and islands
As days shorten it is time
Soon an egg case for
Next spring’s residents
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 28, 2013
Your narrative so far,
Does it require a codicil,
A diminutive addition,
An explanation of today’s
Complexities derived from
Yesterday’s certainties gone
Awry, despite assurances,
Carefully articulated hopes,
Spun through the years.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 24, 2013
the boy in his father’s suit
tries to keep everything up
soon on to new excitements
the suit left puddled on the floor
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 19, 2013
It was dusk,
A bird settles,
On the black wire,
Watches the sunset.
I perch on my deck,
Await the first star.
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