Category Archives: 30 for 30 Poetry Celebration

Arrangement in Reds and GraysNothing about my therapist says he’s trying to kill me, except slowly by incompetence, but here he is, softly cutting a diagonal through Hoppertown in a brick-noir haze,and here I am, in his gray bright office … Continue reading →

BLACK FRIDAY They say it’s darkest before dawn but it don’t seem that way Mama sits at table but this time without coffee and cigarette I don’t hear her coughing or wheezing It’s clear she’s gettin’ better I call the … Continue reading →

The Armchairs I Liked to Wear in My SleepThe armchairs I liked to wear in my sleepto pretend I was a grownupmust have seemed childish, at that time.I dreamed they wereno different than a folding chair of my father’s, and … Continue reading →

PontusHe invited me to sit with him in the small wheelhouse which was faintly lit by the computer screens of a few navigational devices. But, before the sun broke the horizon,The silent calmness was rudely interrupted by everything that seemed … Continue reading →

“Leviathan (Dark Dreams) If you could see behind these eyes This is not some fairy tale About a man’s mind lost at sea Outwitted by a great white whale A harpoon’s line twisted the frail shattered leg above the knee … Continue reading →

Truism I am sleeping lightly on a Sunday afternoon vague jazz on the radio with a world drum beat. I drift, in content calm into deepening darkness A low voice beckons me “What is your name?” “I’m Kunta Kinte, an … Continue reading →

LUCIDAll the slip, lift, and fall, wood stove grunt or cat filled door, full mouth rot and smoke again, can’t find class, can’t find clothes, can’t find report, can’t dive into the ink bottle shrink, electric shock on a chain … Continue reading →

Maskless in Dallas, A Dream from 2020My parents are riding a tour buspast mansions, universities,museums of the last Old Masters.They visit a historic housethat is smaller and not quite as oldas the ones back East.My parents avoid downtown,Dealy Plaza, the … Continue reading →

Mirrorin the other-world of dreamsdeath is birthlove returns andstanding stillone flies pain is pleasuresadness beckons joy andgrief is an endless celebration … is it any wonder thenthatwakingi dream of dreams?Copyright 2924 by Rich Follett Rich Follett, the Poet Laureate of … Continue reading →