11.19.19 Chalkhills (Poem)

"Chalkhills" By Brian Bolding © 2019 Pop Art Trash Productions **** Gliding through the chalkhills Like ghosts, prancing around No legs beneath our knees Just pure white sheets and glistening white faces Candlelit and frozen, walking along in a uniform way The fields afire like illustrated comic strips Black and white and the sadness Is rubbing... Continue Reading →

7.30.19 Resonating Still (Poem)

There's an odd aura around him And his eyes are open but he can't see My Dad's not in there, I can't stop crying I feel his spirit wanting to be free   Resonating, shining through He misses us already and he's preparing to leave, too.   He's resonating still, here or there if you... Continue Reading →

6.17.17 The Birds at Dawn (Poem)

  'The Birds at Dawn' from May-June poetry book, "Maydays" Photo / Jim Winstead / Flickr Poem By Brian Bolding   They dove away Fleeing the light of the city To some darker clouds overhead Where you can’t see The mischief and the agony The calling from far far away In another time, another world... Continue Reading →

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