the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

My Sieve and Sand

by Tucker J. Collins

My Sand is my emotions
My Sieve is my mind
My Sand moves through the motions
Whilst My Sieve looks behind

Emptiness?

by Tucker J. Collins

The hollow, the hole

The emptiness in my hallowed heart

Has spat out all internal emotion

Creating therefore a lack of incentive medium

To speak the way I feel inside

As I do not know the truth of what may be spoken

because if your sole purpose in life is to produce cotton and you don’t – consider your life a failure

by Roger Mugs

whether you are aware or not
my ability to write
epic poetry of love and life
has been reduced
to that annoying little whine
coming from the breaks of a ’57
chevy station wagon
stacked with a whole house’s
worth of furniture
mattress
desk
rocking chair and all
up to the top of the
cottonless cotton tree

and almost as sad

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