The Sharing Soul

I do not own what comes through these gnarly fingers. words never fink like feelings do shared indeed amongst flowing one into  another. the sharing soul writes long forgotten lengthy words as his own child... beginning in that moment; undefinable between meanings despite  sincere prayers. greater mysteries are earned even though I know you've tried so …

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No Atomic Bomb Today

Heed the call to return to nature's apocalypse. Reclaim your animal roots. walk down a trail with your dogs a runnin' over a short bridge with a stream gurgling. sing that song that makes you remember eating your first piece of pizza after the prom you wished you showed up to. As you look back …

Not So PC

Walk the slow deliberate walk not so PC. It's where the clean wind blows; Which merely repeats the obscure silence of not believing anything you see and hear these days... listen to the echoes of countless unknown strangers singing to the mountain. cause' it needs to be said that little old me hears sounds no longer here tending …

Field of Onions

field of onions, steven humphreys, prose, poetry, poem

the infamous cruel ruthless teacher inflicting twinge and trouble peeling our skin layer by  layer exposing an endless field of onions... bygone years intertwine forlorn tears; the grand mariner steers his red-orange horizon of floating memories as far as the eye can see... our prayer trumpets, 'Let not history repeat its indifferent gloom, lest we forget what we'd …

That Lost Love

that lost love, steven humphreys, poem, prose, poetry

That lost haunting love, still smolders and burns throughout bittersweet years the righteous clamp biting sharply around the bleeding heart. Was it all so glorious as to not cast that horrible clinging thing out deep into the darkness of a bottomless sea? That magical elixir 'forget me not' drips like rain tapping  the umbrella reminding something not quite right was not yet heard. …