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Photo by Aibek Skakov: https://www.pexels.com/photo/sunny-garden-in-talgar-kazakhstan-37562317/ Homework a poem by C.A. Craig i walked in after… hmmm… i dont know 3, 4 hours outside working in your yard. i lay on your bed while you worked on homework. i know i know i know. im sweaty. im gross. im covered in work. and when i lay down my matted face buried in the mattress my arms at my side. i feel like i could sleep for a million years or at least an hour. my imagination runs

Photo by Daniel J. Schwarz: https://www.pexels.com/photo/stunning-algarve-coastline-at-sunset-38463514/ Shall we? a poem by C.A. Craig Ithaka! Remember that name? The shore, the land, daydreams and visions. One day you’ll be there. May I join you? May we journey together? Destination in sight of maps and memories. Will you though invite me on this journey? This searching for truth and purpose. You, yes, you are headed there. Your mind is set, your heart it follows I see you a

Photo by Pavel Danilyuk: https://www.pexels.com/photo/colorful-paint-smudges-on-a-flat-surface-8381879/ Stabilize a poem by C.A. Craig A tapping of color blinks on the lids of my unopened eyes. It follows the pulse my perceived pulse powered by the functional heart. I don’t understand the association of my heart with my feelings. When I feel the heat growing in my anxious chest is that perception, is it illusion? Maybe my lungs are struggling. So, I’ll breathe and watch the

Photo by Martijn Stoof from Pexels if i could a poem by C.A. Craig if i could i’d take my fangs and press them into you i would draw in and drain away the pain inside of you i’d hold you close and keep you up when you’ve no strength to stand i’d let you feel the lighter weight of releasing all your plans I am slowly transitioning to a Substack, if you enjoy reading my poems and thoughts then make sure to head over there and subscribe. Thanks!

A poem by C.A. Craig ScHoolboy Q said in an interview that he doesn’t like the idea of dropping an album once a year because he doesn’t always produce something of quality and perhaps he has a point an understanding of keeping things so clean and so tight but I keep going I choose to write and create regardless of what’s shit and what’s out of sight not knowing what’s wrong and what’s right just hoping that somehow found in the piles of rubble scattered across my bedroom f

A poem by C.A. Craig “There was a storm last night” The words streamed through lips to ears and reminders of a water-damp cellar filled the mind, as the words speak out clearly: foundation leaking The bank withdrawals at the beginning of the month go to pay for mortgages toward my own courage and yet that too is lack luster and it seems that with the leaking things the down payment has not quite been a deposit towards any sense of security I suppose at the end of the night

a poem by CA Craig Sometimes I become quite concerned with the heat in my chest, shortness of breath. Lungs existing in the inhale and...

a poem by CA Craig I know as I read your words with my limited ability to focus, I did, as I always do. I presumed to know more than you....

a poem by CA Craig My feet sink deeper while standing on the shore, the waves rolling over, the sand slowly rising up my body. It feels...

a poem by CA Craig Dance bars and hotel rooms. What is escape, when doors are no more? Have you dreamed of pathways before? A path...

a poem by CA Craig Daydreams, subtle things, exploratory heartbreaks unfolding the mesh, interwoven with the being that exists in the ...

a poem by CA Craig Green and tan hues flow aimlessly down the supposed Blue River Public Access Site just minutes away from the...

a poem by CA Craig Driving from work I knew what would happen. I knew you would be there. I knew you would be ready. I knew those...

a poem by CA Craig Please, check this! For I have gone far too long to look out below and consider all those things that you know I...

a poem by CA Craig i lose the patterns that flow between your surrogate thoughts – a subtle dream a memory and now my ignorance...

a poem by CA Craig If it were possible to capture the bliss of a spring Saturday in a coffee shop I know what I would choose

a poem by CA Craig As the sparrow perched on the string of lights, ruffled feathers. I saw the beauty of a moment and I wished to cup it...

a poem by CA Craig Lipstick smears on windows hiding blemishes from last night’s row. The steamboats waddle over waves coughing with pain...

a poem by CA Craig What is the hope we sought to discover to unburden from this space? What is this tangled dream, this quiet whisper...

A Poem by CA Craig What is to be done with unwed thoughts lost between sun and frost? Seasonal shifts of unresolved time searching ever...