Evan Quinlan

Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Our Condition

In Haiku, Non-Fiction, Poetry on February 8, 2015 at 11:47 am

Snowflakes are unique,

But each journey is the same:

Each returns to Earth.


The Lovely Q

In Drabbles, Poetry, Short Stories on January 27, 2015 at 6:51 pm

She’s a rare letter.

It’s hard to think of ways to describe her, like when you play Scrabble and you could get a load of points if only some impossible word were real. You can try to will that word into existence, but when she looks it up in her dictionary it won’t count for much. So you have to try your best with what you have.

She has pleasant curves.

There’s that beautiful, shapely leg.

When you see her you want to say something smart but you can only make a kind of pathetic hissing noise in the back of your mouth. She’s the kind of girl who does that to you.

Oh, there’s a string of adjectives to try… quick-witted, equal to none, quivering (like an aspen), quintessential the-girl-you-love.

In the end, what makes you so lucky is,

she goes well with you.

Idyl

In Drabbles, Poetry on January 31, 2013 at 9:44 am

The air today tugs my heart toward misty places where sheer rock walls rise around wet grass and short, twisted trees that I may climb or sit under.  Nearby drops of water settle upon the surface of a pool and I can lean over to see myself in the ripples.  The air is cool beneath a rock overhang but a breeze freshens it with the smell of tree bark in rain.  The sky is overcast and beneath it, sitting on a log or a stump, I write, write, write, and my imaginings perch upon the stony ledges, sentinels of the dream.

Sharply Accused

In Poetry on July 23, 2012 at 10:49 pm

Meeting in secrecy under her bed
Two knives conspired to take her head

One was long and one was squat
Together they did what one could not

They waited until the woman slept
Then out from under her bed they crept

And woe, for nobody understands
Those knives are at fault, not my innocent hands!