Monday, August 14, 2017

Two Highways Intersect

The echoes made Jacob feel lonely once again,
from the edges of the cliff he asked for forgiveness,
in the kind of methodical, practical way people do when they feel regret.
Sitting alone, pleading back and forth to yourself, maybe god.
He wasn't sure if the feeling left him when he decided he deserved his guilt
or when he saw a sign that sealed his fate.
Like a bird taking flight, or a wilted flower.

Riley Welch

Saturday, August 12, 2017

This hiatus lasted longer than expected, but I was tired and the rest felt good. Without the pressure the write three poems a week, I found myself wanting to write more than I have in the past few months. Here's a short haiku, and Monday I will resume normal posting - one original poem on Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. 

I guess I felt a bit lost
or maybe confused
but, oh, it feels much better.

Riley Welch

Friday, July 21, 2017

I am on vacation for a few weeks and then moving across a few states. 

Poetry will resume once my life has settled. 

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Three Galaxies

I waited to long for the postman
because he lost my letter.
I forgot to stamp the corner
the second time around.
When it came back to my
I couldn't stand it
and threw it off the edge.

Riley Welch

Wednesday, July 12, 2017


Another Wednesday went by and I lost my mind
on the corner of two streets I forgot. 

I hadn't gotten enough slee in weeks, and my brain reached the edge. 

I fell asleep behind the wheel and switched in and out of traffic. 

Before I flew off the side of the road. 

Submerged in the water. 


Riley Welch

Monday, July 10, 2017

on whatever street

Sun sank sharp,
while the moon let out a vicious moan.

No days off. What a crappy job. 

Sometimes the sun got to hide behind clouds,
but the moon got these half-asses waxing and waning days.

Where he's still got to show up -- but only, like, a little bit.

Where's the fairness in that?

You know how hard it is to make other plans when you still have to show up a little bit?

Every now and then he'll get lucky.
And the night will go pitch black.
But then he'll get feedback of how "unsafe" it is and how "dangerous" driving becomes.
Perfect service 360 nights of a year, and still only a 2.5/5 on yelp.

At least in the summer. The nights were short.

Riley Welch

Saturday, July 8, 2017


green eyed sparkle
green eyed demons
stopped writing
started typing
bags grew
until faces shrunk
gold and purple
used to be royal
what happened
nothing remember
leaves were large
the sun was small
the demons danced,
like they do
never seen one walk

have you?

Riley Welch