Miles Between My Ears


Day 11

Hello reader, I host a podcast KDOI Podcasting where we talk about art. You can listen in at or go to your podcast app of choice. I will be featuring these poems and talking about the process. I know you will enjoy.
Today, I’d like to
Today, taking a leaf from Elhillo’s work, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually? Maybe you are from Vikings and the sea and diet coke and angry gulls in parking lots. Maybe you are from gentle hills and angry mothers and dust disappearing down an unpaved road. And having come from there, where are you now?

Miles Between My Ears

11 April 2019

You are looking at the smirk

the long wiry thick creamy goatee

As I sit with people who have traversed the world

they come to me for advice

yes some are required to,

but every once in awhile, like Tuesday,

a line forms.

Those who are in place to lead me end up in that line

and they ask me, how can they be more successful

I’m the kid who wet the bed until age 12

I’m the adult who feels better when a light is on at night

as continually terrified because my nightmares became my reality

I fear every day that I will lose my children for no reasonable explanation

Three cars, two kids, 5 bedroom house in a nice HOA

I’ve beat the previous generation

10 years Federal Employment

an almost perfect GPA for my Masters

at a tier 1 school

2 trips to Paris

When you spend time with me

you may hear all my stories, mixed in with them, I will try to impress

Friday nights have been laundry night for 6 years

Sunday morning brunch was laundry after solitary Saturday nights

and its all because I loathe going out and being alone in a crowd. 

Speaking at National conferences

Teaching hundreds of people

thousands have heard my voice

or read the words I have splayed on the screen

Always in search of something new to learn

A book of poems every few years

The fear is my wife will get to close or will tire of me and depart

My children will abandon me

I don’t deserve what I have earned

Madness will take over and I will be forced to impotently watch from behind my eyes

But here you are, at the end of this tirade

My wife texted her devotion

My children have freshly drawn pictures for me

More people will listen an dread on

One day I’ll decide to end this

self flagellation –  get out of my own path

I’m more excited than you to shake my hand for the first time

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