Poems from Lloyd M Coakley II
Just. Friends.
You said it with such ease,
Wrote me off,
Like nothing ever existed,
You know what really got to me,
You expected me to be...
There is no feeling,
Quite like the moments before you step on stage,
In front of a packed house,
Your stage director looks at you and says...
I turned the dully gleaming key as the soft “click” of the lock turning over echoed inside my head. The mahogany door creaked open to...
One Friday morning,
I took a taxi through quiet Cairo streets,
The city's ancient Coptic quarter,
Families strolled hand-in-hand down a...
War has a way of spreading itself,
Like wildfire,
Metastasizing into the collective consciousness of a people,
Young AND old alike,...