still sounds good

six l

rain gray missouri monday
for my flight out
the planes and people
come and go
killing time
with memory and wine

i heard from someone
who knows someone
that might know
six bought a patch of land
the kind i used to say
i would
when the time was right
when the dust settled
and i got my shit together

a little place
somewhere in the country
with room for animals
room for myself
a place with a river
running outside the back door
a short walk
to bait a hook
throw in my line
and let the calm waters
tell me when
the day is done with me

heard his wife
rides horses
heals broken animals
and with one hand free
keeps his wild wheels
from jumping off
the tracks

heard his daughter
curses in latin
writes poetry in french
grows plants without soil
makes sense of stars
and speaks
with the crows

heard he looks like
a long-haired
gray-bearded wizard
writes all day
howls at the moon
all night
guarded at all times
by a russian bear dog
bigger than a car
that scares away strangers
and barks at his ghosts

skies grow darker
boarding my plane
heading back home
to empty all the buckets
filling with rainwater
from holes in the ceiling
i never seem to fix

i’m not sure what state
six is in
but i gotta say
as i fold this memory
and stash away
this forgotten plan

it all
still sounds so good
to me


Words and Image: B. Reeves


the wire


the wireblg

my devil deal made
when no one was looking
and the hours small
i tend to forget
about the angels
when at night i inhale
the anger share

my hands tight
around the wire
body swinging wild
in the landlash winds

crow’s claws dig
deep into my skin
we work to keep
this storm i’ve built
in my mad moon wars
from throwing me far
from this half-life
where i hang
above the trees
in these forgotten
no man’s land fields
for wanted words
that never seem to come

but i do love
the sound of her voice
when she says

we stay away from the windows
when you blow through


Words and Image: B. Reeves

lucky for us


my voices and visions
come when called
just like you always have

we are web wrapped
in space-time constructs
regarding our love
and commitment
to each other

lucky for us
we have the stars
to skip across
through the heavens
stretching time
between the two of us
in a dimension dance
where forever exists
to figure
this whole thing


Words and Image: B. Reeves

out of fuel

B haiku 23Untitled

this exile is not mine
but i know
you can’t let it go
so here is where i do my part

scuffed fists
busted-lip smiles
there is no war if i just

some relationships
are meant to thrive forever
some only have so much
fuel to fire
ours stopped burning anything
but time
long long ago

there is nothing wrong with saying
i was someone that you used to know
i know it is what i say when asked

about you


Words and Image: B. Reeves


asleep in this boat
my line remains deep
in these waters
that over the years
i’ve kept so still

with time
i’ve become unmoored
from most things

the only ripple
i ever wanted to make
was in your heart

i can bear
to be forgotten
by everyone


Image: Boolynn Reeves
Words: B. Reeves

ghostly hound


barefoot in the shoals
night quiet
moon hiding
echoes fail to report

“no one appreciates
the fragility of life
more than the alpha dog”

how many times
did you tell me that lie
my long lost
and ghostly hound


Words and Image: B. Reeves

boolynn & the best game


i love this game
he said
as he finished reading a poem
out loud to her
from their favorite poet

he reached out to her
handed over the book
as he had so many times before
just as she
had passed it to him
more times than he could count

she opened it
picked a poem at random
and before she began to read
with warm voice and smile
touched his boot
with her tennis shoe
and said

it’s the best game


Words and Image: B. Reeves