Michael Allyn Wells

Another week already?  How does that happen?  I'm off to the confessional, come along. Dear Reader: It's been two surreal wee...

I want an Eskimo Pie. I want it cold and hard as marble.   I want to peel the chocolate layer off in two                 halves. ...

Humanity spilled- tossed about, jingled in the the pockets like small change. A bit here and a piece there the sum of which is whole but s...

Wet fingers curl under pounding on the keys of sticks and leaves- the medley flows on and on downstream settling at last in the depth of si...

Untitled Uncorked and non-confrontational An evening slumping gingerly Into shades of melancholy Befriends me and embraces The many reasons ...

Regarding Your Silly Assed Expectations / a draft I have struggled with a second language The way you wrestle a carry-on bag, a laptop, a pu...

A voyage riddled with holes Bled upon the waters; Defused pink liquid — Briefly marking the position As time slowly ran though the motions ...

mood: funky listening to: nothing Bitter cold air seems to have taken up residency in the Kansas City area. Even yesterday, with one of the...

Inevitable (draft) The prodigal son is just one of many though he knows expectations run high. There is always this red velvet carpet that d...

Last night, our local poetry society chapter celebrated Missouri's rich poetic heritage by reading from poets with Missouri connections...

Desolate Brand Name A deserted brand rested on the counter. Alone, it could not move about. There was no heart-to-heart, no clatter Not eve...

I was excited to learn that Kim Addonizio will be coming to town in November for a reading. How cool is that?! Meanwhile, I've been wor...

A slumping night Wept for those pressed into duty battle By grown men with archaic presence of mind To plunder the natural order- peace- I...

The Breakdown of Thinking (draft) A once pristine constellation of small gauge wired pathways, Moved data about with intrepid speed. This t...

Gravity driven cracks of despair Map the years of his face And give character Where otherwise none exists. Reading him offers more questions...

Counting stops Momentarily— Across the acres of indifference To a score no one cared to keep And narration will not reveal A winner as such ...

Thanks Jilly for the link to the gem If only Bush would have read a little poetry first ... ~0~ Worked on rewrites of two drafts this morni...

Sunday I was able to carve out some writing time that was very productive. Worked on some drafts and was happy with what was developing. Sun...

Our ancestry placed us in chains Shackling our imagination to a sinister cellar Amid the pickling jars and moonshine Stashed for future need...

Overwhelming Loss Torn from a page of grief Overcome with tears Words like sponges soaked Into the margins of a life Shackled to a story Who...