Putting the pieces back. I will walk beside you. Fill your cracks with care. Speak your strengths, over and over until they are glue. Help you see all truly beautiful things were once broken. I will love you with abandon... Continue Reading →
I Want to be an animal that is different from the one I am. I want to peer out from glass eyes. I want to be encased in a warm amber liquid. There’s a poetry to that. There’s a Certain... Continue Reading →
Maggie in Baltimore No one knows how far you've come like a small light from the underground hostile ruminations out on the road also, I love you which is not much these days. You were hungry once and I was... Continue Reading →
My Life as a Dog The first year they tied me to a tree. It wasn’t long before I became worthless and lazy. When a cute redhead skipped by I forgot my sudden attachment to the tree. The second year... Continue Reading →
Morning These trees are fallen and the sky fell with them. A hawk spreads one wing, then the other. Everything means something, even this. About the Poet: Tom Montag is the author of In This Place: Selected Poems... Continue Reading →
On Evening Walks Every night my way home takes me past houses running the dryer, blowing warm laundry sheet smell into the calm night. Most scents exist in any state and can be bought in small boxes with pictures of... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 