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I remember her waving goodbye

Posted in Creative Writing with tags on June 2, 2015 by Verge

I remember her waving goodbye the last time I saw her.

we had an awkward kiss and I promised that it would be better the next time

Her name was Ocean.

I’m certain I was the first to ever tell her that she was beautiful

she blushed in the most adorable way

pink rushing into her dimpled cheeks,

she covered her mouth and her eyes swelled with salty tears

as she looked away in embarrassment at the ground beneath her feet

the same way that, later that Summer, she said “shit” after cutting her toe

on a loose nail on the boardwalk while we held hands.

Her eyes were the cerulean color of the Keys

and her locks the color of sand.

I haven’t seen her face for years now.

I learned the other day

from a friend that she’s passed away.

waves of emotion swallowed me

and washed away my ability to hold myself together.

sometimes it takes news like this to remind me

that at the end, even a curse can mean the world.


Carbon Dioxide

Posted in Creative Writing with tags on May 15, 2013 by Verge

These plants have grown on your quiet exhales

And though they’ve starved of you for quite a year now,

They, as I, can still taste your sweet breath on their lips.

“Winter” Poem by Ronnie Mund (of The Howard Stern Show) Rewritten like a Poet (transcribed words lyrics)

Posted in Creative Writing with tags , on December 9, 2011 by Verge

(I wanted to see if I could rewrite the poem “Winter” by Ronnie Mund and make it into my own style.  I thought it would be a fun exercise.  It’s kind of like when, back in Creative Writing school, we were asked to emulate the style of a poet or writer, except this is the opposite.  I want to keep the meaning, but change the style…drastically.  After searching for the transcription online, I found none, and did it myself.  Here ya’ go, Stern fans.)


by Ronnie Mund

Winter is when there are no leaves on the trees

Winter is when we say good bye to the birds and the bees

Winter is when we get an extra hour of z’s

Winter is when a red-suited man brings us all lots of glee

Winter is when the snow falls and we yell “Happy New Year”

Winter is when you turn that special girl or guy’s heart bright red with love and cheer, until this time again next year

Winter goes away…

And the birds and the bees

and the leaves on the trees

and the extra hour of z’s

all go back to where they should be.



Obviously, formatting  mine.  Here is the original.  I’d like to get J.D. to recite my version when I’m done.  Stay tuned.

Okay, here’s my attempt, first try. Like I said, I’m not a published poet or anything.  I used this more as a funny exercise than anything else.  Hope  you like the new version.



by Ryan Walsh

Frigid Winter winds lick leaves from limbs as

wing-ed travelers make their perennial voyage

and the Sun and I set earlier in our days.

Gifts exchange and crystal clinks

over Valentines and holiday drinks.

Another year turns over.

All things end…

      then are reborn again.

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