Oh god — it’s not fair, you rip the seam and rend my dream oh brother — it’s not fair the creaking door, the footsteps upon the floor oh mother — it’s not fair your tender voice that breaks the silent noise oh father — it’s not fair, the smells you make, that homemade pancake…
Insomnia
What is this? this thrashing and turning this hunger for an end this thirst for peace and nothingness? What is this staring? this spot upon my lidded shades this search for darkness this looking into night for a piece of blackness in shadow? What is this quiet? this rhythmic breath this autonomic pull I count…
Beside You
Every night I close my eyes I travel through space and time Just to wake beside you. All text and images © Dale Schierbeck Read more of my Poetry
Birthday Nap
A New Year (part two)
Chapter 2: A Polish Year (continued from Part One: Car Ride) PART TWO: Szczesliwego Nowego Roku Arrived at the pension, we unloaded the car and Magda made arrangements with the owners to throw in a load of vomit covered laundry. We then took the dogs for a quick walk before heading upstairs to our rooms…