Rashida Mack Poems

Running down the icy, snow covered road,
we ran,
laughing,
you looking back,
...

Chris

There I was,
on vacation,
...

Tapping fingers on wife and daughters hand,
lips puckered,
shade covered eyes,
simmering,
...

I am a boy,
the size of a man,
bound down,
I break free,
...

The woman stood solid,
pushing against a wall,
behind the shield marched,
armed and uniformed men,
...

Popping bacon grease in a pan,
it was Sunday,
mom, step dad and I seated at the table,
sis pushed back her chair,
...

A dropp of me falls into the sea,
washed upon the shore,
I knock on your door,
poured onto rocks,
...

Here, at the turn of time,
We speak,
Hear me when I say,
No more!
...

Give a soldier a gun,
he will forget his tongue.
No rules,
this thing called war,
...

His cuff links glisten against the white pallor of his sleeves,
wrist watch too, moves light,
as he drinks Scotch from a frosted glass,
an ice cube pierces his lip as amber spills down his throat,
...