Monday, December 4, 2017

After three long years at this url, I have decided to give Nothing Rhymes with Orange an upgrade and it's own address.

You can now find me at the link below. My old poems are on the new website and I will continue posting 3X a week.

Thank you!!!

Riley Welch

This blog has moved to

Saturday, December 2, 2017


Things disappear sometimes and
not for reasons you
think but probably
just because the going gets tough sometimes.
So they have to move on.

Riley Welch

Wednesday, November 29, 2017


I forgot how to write
and I don't know why
how hard is it 
to spend all day
teaching kids to sound out words
but then you get home
to put a pen to paper
and fall asleep instead. 

I know "a" sounds like apple
and "k" needs to sound real short (snip snip)
and I know that pretend words can sound real, 
but the spelling is usually hit or miss. 

Then I sit down at home, 
and get ready to write
and forget all the letters I've ever heard. 

I think about how hard it would be to learn another language.
And learn all the sounds, and the ones that break the rules. Maybe I'm too old. 
Or maybe I'm not stubborn enough. 

Writing always felt like my nightly diary entry. 
My fresh breath of relief, 
but lately things haven't been coming together, 

maybe that's why I sometimes feel I can't breath. 

Riley Welch

Monday, November 27, 2017

It's a Monday

I think I prefer a Tuesday to a Monday.
I'm back in the swing of it.
I'm not too exhausted.
It doesn't feel like a crushing end of the weekend.
It's working my way back through the week.
Slowly, slowly.
Digging my way there.

Riley Welch

Saturday, November 25, 2017


The rain clouds brought down wet memories,
of family gatherings that had passed.
I felt such a sadness in the pit of my stomach,
that I could not lift out and remove,
whether through old recipes
or silver jewelry
or old prada perfume.

Riley Welch

Monday, November 6, 2017

6 Keys

The fog settle over the stadium lights,
in a way that made me miss high school football,
but not in a way that made me miss high school,
adult life is more stressful,
but generally better.

This is mostly due to being able to eat whatever I want.

But the way the fog settled that night
reminded me of being 14,
and walking out onto the field for the first time.

"Are you nervous?"


"Good, you'll play better"

Riley Welch

Wednesday, November 1, 2017


My stomach is full of caffeinated coffee and anxiety,
and I get that one of those things,
I didn't consume.

But let me guarantee,
it is still there.

Lunch waits around the corner,
and my forgotten breakfast
was not enough.

Riley Welch