Category: storypoems

  • Disinformation


    “When blue skies turn green from lies spoken repeatedly to propagandize and politicize, then thoughts unwise turn poisonous, warping what one doth sees,thus rotting the mind’s ability to reason and discern the truth from the disease.“ — Excerpt from the play AMULET by Todd Crawshaw

  • Waking


    One day we wake from sleep to wander through this tale of dreams with wings fluttering lighter than love free.

  • Rumors


    The lines of our love touch like the delicate threads of a web. The ends are intertwined and attached to a solid substance unseen and unknown. This is our belief. The surface we live on is tenuous as ice, fragile as glass, and exposing. We move gently over the mirrored images, watching our reflections, careful…

  • Gallery


    We are voyeurs moving like spirits through a gallery of images. If we never saw our image in a mirror, a pool of water, or a pane of glass, what would we imagine ourself to be? Someday an exhibit. If you create it, they will come. Well, not necessarily. But, for now, all the Light-Years…

  • Muse


    In a cloud of feathers, she spreads down on me. Her presence is soft. My body is hard. I voice my feelings in reds, emote yellows, and tell her dreams of gold. She whispers back in blues to soothe my soul. As she lets me in with a silver sigh, we become a spectral blend…

  • Abandoned


    An armful of love abandoned on the sidewalk like garbage, the same bundle we held precious, soft and sacred as a baby. Memories consumed and discarded like empty cans and boxes, spoiled fruit and vegetables, of no use to anyone. The air smells foul, reminiscent of wasted words and futile attempts. Flies circle and land…

  • Crown


    I wish to be king no more. My crown of thorns I renounce. Removed, the shackles of a name, fortune and fame. My kingdom come. Thy will be done. Dissolving in the rain. Castles made of sand. Swallowed by the sea. A naked man. Free to be. Eternity. Again. photo-art design by todd crawshaw

  • Quest


    Everything was changing. Nothing remained the same. Space had expanded, yet merely rearranged. Time was stretching far too fast and waiting now to snap. If found there is no answer, can the quest be taken back? photo-art design by todd crawshaw

  • Gift


    Like a special gift arriving on an unexpected day, is our life and love for each other. photo-art design by todd crawshaw

  • Nightlife


    The dead are drugged, dragged outside, and left unburied. The murderers have gone behind the trees for a smoke. The air is a choking haze. The sky should be black but it is not. The moon is full, a jaundiced yellow. I feel sick. How did I get here? This is a mistake. I don’t…