Ryan M. CreeryOklahoma NightIt was the kind of night you’d think you could find love in your back pocket. The stars glowed beyond the acres of forest and the cloak of…Jan 24, 2018Jan 24, 2018
Ryan M. CreeryThe Last PoemThey say love is poetry or maybe that poetry is love. For someone like me love could be in a bounty of words spoken to the pulse in my…Jan 19, 2018Jan 19, 2018
Ryan M. CreeryDandy LionThe quilts, the quiet; the weekend we only ate sushi then rolled ourselves in the sheets like ghosts, like goblins, gobbling gluttonous —…Jan 17, 2018Jan 17, 2018
Ryan M. CreeryMaternal InstinctSome people crave freedom. Not American-flag freedom, but the type that grants you bite-the-dust power.Jan 4, 2018Jan 4, 2018
Ryan M. CreeryWar of RosesShe filled her house with flowers, but couldn’t spare a petal for his stone. It’s a war of roses on a sill with no sun.Jan 3, 2018Jan 3, 2018
Ryan M. CreeryKaraoke NightSweet Caroline wasn’t my best decision, but I wasn’t embarrassed. We were all in one of those moods where we didn’t sit upright and all our…Jan 2, 2018Jan 2, 2018
Ryan M. CreeryHat BoxesWhen someone asks what those teeth marks are from in that antique sofa, tell them you devoured my past.Jan 2, 2018Jan 2, 2018
Ryan M. Creery1000 Days Without YouOur separation was the sound of a cannon that splits soul from body.Jan 2, 2018Jan 2, 2018
Ryan M. CreeryDiamondsIf we could tell time in pounds, maybe then we could find strength in losing so much to the weight of our world; like Atlas, hold high our…Jan 2, 2018Jan 2, 2018
Ryan M. CreeryIf Bodies Were WeightlessIt’s 53 degrees here when it should be so much colder. Over a thousand miles from your front door, I’m crossing Texas Street to get my…Jan 2, 2018Jan 2, 2018
