The snows fell hard, in Middlebury.The tavern glowed: alight, alive, merry.Outside, a wind chilled frost,Inside was nourishment, at any cost. You sat and cupped your coffee;a splash of whiskey, made your pantlegs soggy.The air was thick with care and volley,you looked above the door,pinned there was holly. He looked, and caught your gaze his … [Read more...] about Rare In That Way, By: Matthew Morris Hawkins
Written In Durham, By: Matt Morris Hawkins
she came to me at night.descending after turbulence;seeking the key to unlock her pastand know a heart that had always been her own;she deposited a surge on the back of my necklike an ebbing tide of warm wishes for my safety and pride to be soothed, and tended. I knew her.I had been waiting on her; inside some chance like this.I had been stuck in aftermath of my expired … [Read more...] about Written In Durham, By: Matt Morris Hawkins
Daybreak, By: Matt Morris Hawkins
Breathing to my coffeeAwakening to my foot tappingI remember the autumn air16th notes in Bach after BartókThe concrete curb beneath my handA stranger’s kiss in the dead of the nightMy hope securely in my pocket,Crawling forward on our ride. Breathing againAwakening from a dream.I believed in you and meand being, again, my friend.Juliet leaned over, offered her hand.My … [Read more...] about Daybreak, By: Matt Morris Hawkins