My Little Spade

my little spade, steven humphreys, poetry, prose

A man so small my little spade  crossed his own line into his own right boarded the boat rowed into town on a horse hitched to a post he confided secrets of nature into my heart as I drifted half asleep flicking my string @ 12:51 PM one arm hanging over the side of the bed night lamp on I became black …

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Poetry in Motion

poetry in motion, steven humphreys, prose, poetry

Eyes like black shirt buttons burn like coal in the middle of the night in the blue with a yellow moon between leaveless tree branches poetry in motion on a friggin' snowman's head moves you on listening to easy music that carried you away once before to somewhere you weren't ready to know because you hadn't been …

Be Bohemian

be bohemian, steven humphreys, poetry

You got Soul when you be Bohemian join the underground movement quit that stupid ass day job that demeans your purpose! reject the rules of this world! become a young artist paint sculpt pottery poetry writing music whatever works for you, baby! just, do it! free your mind get that no elbowroom apartment find a friend to help …

True Story

true story, steven humphreys, poetry

Dreaming up a true story of whiskey beer and Saturday Nights of a wanna be Marlboro man's glory who acted and looked the part with his get up of hat, boots, and shiny silver belt buckle he couldn't have acted the part any better than a pro pounding down Bud Jack and Coke and Weiner schnitzel …