Monday, September 25, 2017

A Monday Haiku

This is the morning.
Do you see the dawn's sun yet?
I miss it's orange glow.

Riley Welch

Saturday, September 23, 2017


I feel a great divide.
Like cold and hot,
and maybe it's something I can taste,
but more possibly it's something I can feel.
I haven't really decided yet.

Riley Welch

Wednesday, September 20, 2017


In a certain way it felt like no one maybe understand.

Riley Welch

Monday, September 18, 2017


Enviable consciousness
I wished for days where I tried to be my best person
Sometimes I left behind thought I had
most of the time,
I didn’t

I spent too much time searching for something to reveal itself to me.

Riley Welch

Saturday, September 16, 2017


Sometimes when I was bored I climbed to the top third of a tree in my front yard,
I got scared climbing that high,
and knew I would be well hidden if I stayed in the center.
But something about the pride made me want to be seen.

I couldn’t find a direct link between anything else in my life and pride, but I let it rest on this regardless.

Riley Welch

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

MM Part 3

Bubbles collected at the rim of the glass

and I watched them surge from the bottom foaming the top.

Riley Welch

Monday, September 11, 2017

MM Part 1

This is the only home I’ve ever known.
I know all my neighbors
they’re all my family.
Each room in the house has a different memory
and all the carpets are tan.
We’ve stained them with coffee and wine and once, spaghetti sauce.

There’s even a wall that I once threw up bright purple on after a school carnival.

Riley Welch