Poems from Bridgeburner
A saucer hovers over the field.
A cry: “Uuuuup”, lingers in the air
like the smell of a recent rain.
Two men, their desire unconcealed,...
Ask my grandmother what it is like to live
with her husband, my Papa,
and she'll point her doe eyes straight
into your soul with a gaze...
Her summer dress is red as a ripe September apple,
a pink sunset dances upon her cheeks.
I steal glances as she scrawls
rapidly,...
It sits upon a desk, silent, stern.
A thin black metal brick
with a glass face that stymies
my futile efforts to divine its nature,...
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
—Albert Einstein
The first letter of the alphabet, scrawled...