by Rickey Rivers Jr. My time away broke scenery. The protagonist found themselves in a different place and time,the antagonist nowhere around,the setting so much brighter. Oh, such brightness without you.Oh, such joy to be had.Oh, I sing a song aloud.Others stop and stare. I care not, blissful tears are sweetand my heart is like a harp. Loud is my Read More
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Much Disregarded
by Rickey Rivers Jr. Depressing news, normalized. Can’t get away from, running like water in the brain, night thoughts. They run up the bill. Ironically I can’t pay them mind only attention. Sleep service is different from lip but leave a tip in my jar please. Help me with relief in form of speech and not pills. Trouble in the Read More
Eyes on the Sun
by Rickey Rivers Jr. When you saw me in the skyI thought you’d shoot me downbut you only watched me fly. I flew from here to therewith wings from dreams,the wind in my hair. Eyes on the sun,I cut through clouds,made you hopeyou could join this trip around this hip,around this world.Deny you not, eyes on the sun. You love Read More
Somewhere Separation
by Rickey Rivers Jr. Somewhere a man is hiding.He’s missing a bullet. Somewhere a mother is crying.She’s missing a son. The mother may recover for she is wounded as well.Not from outside in like her son.The pain shoots from inside out like the gun. The man remains on the run. The mother prays for his capture like one who expects Read More
Sin Within
by Rickey Rivers Jr. A shower every hour to wash the skin I’m in.To wash away the sin I’m in, to wash off the sin within. Nightmares wake me.Air inhaled cinnamon. I can’t apologize for other men who sin.Just for myself and all that I hold in. Hot water washes it away, helps me see another day. Vividly, with red Read More
Shoulder Perched Bird
by Rickey Rivers Jr. A bird perched on my shoulder keeps me company.“Is his name chip?” was the joke you made to me.I realized it applies more to you than me.My shoulder perched bird sings, tells me all I did not see. When we last met I did not know it would feel like my last breath.My shoulder aches when Read More
Towers
by Rickey Rivers Jr. Her shoulder was stained with tears of another. Leaning tower of friendship. His shoulder was stained with tears of his mother. Leaning tower of family. Rickey Rivers Jr. was born and raised in Alabama. He is a writer and cancer survivor. His poetry has appeared in Former Cactus, the Ginger Collect, Vamp Cat Magazine, Read More