Slanted Stories


He’s stood high
on one too many beams, balanced
reams and reams of paper
-work, shirked days for nights
and slighted his own
for another
way. Give him a

hammer, some nails,
a trail of holes to make
and hearts to take
home, a temporary place
to call his own. Let him lace

his left shoe with more
than booze and blow and song.
Bid him be
-long. Wake him up

to the way he’s closer
to the sky, nearer to the up
-side than the down, surrounded
by the city’s truest song.


prompted by OctPoWriMo, day 24 



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4 Responses to Slanted Stories

  1. paper sea says:

    OMG, this is awesome!!! I love all your line breaks and rhymes. Super snazzy story(s) hidden in there too.

    This is my favorite bit of magic:
    “Let him lace
    his left shoe with more
    than booze and blow and song.”

  2. Candy says:

    ah, this shoe story is so much better than the Old Woman’s 😉

  3. That is a grand story – I really love how these photo/story poems have turned out!

  4. I have a deep respect for people who really work hard.

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