Pages tagged with Tom Wordwulf Sterner

~graying & balding~ ~regretting & forgetting~ ~slowing going down~ ~sentimentally elemental~ ~we are overcome by chance thought~
~I’ve learned from near-death experiences that attempting to communicate & prepare to bid farewell to those we love & share our lives with is more difficult & painful by far than the physicality of dying itself~
~sometimes roaming~learning secrets~developing habits~protective of my space in crowds~a lobo & a lamb chop~community possessions~legitimate assemblage~the questionable integrity of strangers all~
~we wake up like that~young in the room~unprotected~dragged out the womb~aware of scratching~under the bed~waiting in the closet~crawling in our head~we end up like that~older ‘n the moon~unforgiven~forgotten soon~ain’t no inbetween~the fresh & the dead~a foot outside momma~price ...
~I spent my time in the desert~1000 days~a place called california~crawling through the mess of me~away from my people~looking or the rest of me~scribbling on a steno pad~the 981st day I was eating breakfast at denny’s &…~
~the boy enjoyed vacations at grandpa’s ranch~sitting on the porch, his .22 rifle on his lap~crow in the corn~he raises the .22~drops it with a single shot~the old man comes running out~drags the boy to the garden~”look what you’ve done”~he cringes at the old man’s anger~...
I have never met a word I didn’t like. I started writing stuff in second grade near as I can remember. As soon as I was able to round up a few of those critters (words), I began the process of arranging them in pen sentences and paragraph corrals. That was fifty-five years ago. ...
I wrote Night Fires a while back. My youngest son, Zedidiah, handed off some of his writing to me. Night Shade is a good example of his writing and introspective nature. We will soon release a collection of poetry, our work, father and son. The voices of my children ring through m...
~baby boomer hell~coming of age upside out~downside in~where the hell did my kids go~when I’m trying to figure out where I put my framitz~find some other damned thing~forget what I was looking for in the first place~wondered if I’d ever see an alien~look in the mirror~there ya hav...
I was a couple of months in to the thirty-six months I’d spend in California with my new wife before returning to my children in Colorado. I began to count backward from a thousand days out. My brother, who spent twenty years in prison, advised me not to do that. A bad way to do ...
The puppy whined and Mary was both relieved and distressed. It was alive but bloody and crying. She rushed into the kitchen and returned presently with a bucket of warm water and clean towels from the bathroom.
~come flyin’ around the corner~ridin’ your bad-ass machine~there’s a government plan~an eighteen wheeler u-turning~you twist your head~to tell your Harley baby goodbye~white line~white linin’~ hundred dollar bill~never know what happened next~
~some nights I listen to my heart beat~I float on its rhythm downriver~imagine what should have been & somehow wasn’t~miss it anyway~make the voice of my mother with my spirit~talk to me that way~like a dervish~like a dancer~perfection gone awry~ogres making off with pieces of us~
~death song of the she wolf~end of end of night~chords of dissonance~man invades in drunk shades~ shallow celebration~child child stand away~steel bird & fire sticks~foul reek of civilization~
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