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22 Stories
by Glenn CurrierProud her son graduates this year
his dad died in a drug bust.
Arrives early afraid she'd be left again
sits in the back fearing a crash.
Cabbie needs money for his wedding.
Conference program bad due to budget .
Sub betters absent speaker
mediates family violence cases
told four sad and brutal histories
two deaths and two resurrections.
A purple house loathed on a white street.
A mirror is framed by a bush.
A chanting spirit from Maui awakens.
An ally sees through the fire.
A town hall meets with heat.
I walk the lake trail
fly back home tomorrow.
The city gleams from the 22nd story. 10/03/2005 Posted on 10/04/2005
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/04/05 at 04:48 AM Quite the welcome change of direction for you Glenn. A frightening conglomeration of images. This line in particular got underneath my skin: A purple house loathed on a white street. A worthy foreshadowing of Halloween in my opinion. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/04/05 at 11:52 AM Sharp, telling images from a visitor. Perhaps notes jotted down in reflection. An insightful last line. (Things always look better from a higher viewpoint.) |
| Posted by Ronald A Pavellas on 10/08/05 at 11:49 AM ... fitting in with the ennui I discerned in your latest journal entry. Good work.
Best,
Ron |
| Posted by H.M Stevens on 12/01/05 at 04:38 PM This is brilliant-- a globular look inside and out... a nice shift. Has sparked my interests and thoughts-- thank you. |
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