Flower Girl

Posted by dwallace on February 4, 2014 in poem, Poems, Poetry |

My purple plumeria unfolds exposing her yellow center, moisture drips down her petals before she breaks free, falling to the ground.


Magical Fingers

Posted by dwallace on January 22, 2014 in poem, Poems, Poetry |

Magical Fingers run through your dark hair massaging your scalp with fingertips as they trickle down your cheek and back up your jaw-line leaving you feeling like you’ve been sprinkled with pixie dust. Fingernails lightly caress your neck and slide over the edge of your shoulder down your left arm as goosebumps rise like a […]


Seasonal Lovers

Posted by dwallace on January 21, 2014 in poem, Poems, Poetry |

Spring rolls through and her warmth penetrates everything. Summer is a hot-blooded lover that every man needs at least once in his lifetime. Autumn is cool, calm and full of color. But when icy winter rolls around, every man prays for spring.


John Brandi Inspired

Posted by dwallace on April 19, 2012 in John Brandi, poem, Poems, Poetry |

I went and listened to John Brandi speak last night. He said, “Capturing a brief moment in time is a haiku writer’s goal.” Although the poem below isn’t a haiku, Brandi’s words inspired me to write this poem this morning. Drive-by On my way to work this morning I saw a red Dodge truck swerve […]


Repressed Memory of My First Time

Posted by dwallace on March 7, 2012 in Poems, Poetry, Reflections |

I used to steal cigarettes butts from my step-dad’s ashtray when I was thirteen and sneak down to the green mossy sewer that ran around the soccer fields by our house for a quick drag. Twenty years later, after trying to quit cold-turkey, then smoking only when I drank, but never being able to abandon […]


Not On the Shopping List

Posted by dwallace on December 14, 2011 in poem, Poems, Poetry |

–Looking for parking and almost getting hit by a silver Chevy Tahoe that’s backing out and looking the wrong direction down a one-way lane –Grabbing a cart that’s stuck together and pinching the fleshy-part in between my thumb and forefinger –Pushing the cart with a wobbly wheel behind a black-lady with a thin white sundress […]



Posted by dwallace on October 3, 2011 in Doubt, poem, Poems, Poetry |

Doubt creeps in questioning my choices in life, and love, leaving cracks in my foundation crumbling my sanity. It dwells on the past trying to implant regret darkness and a quick death. Then my ray of sunshine whispers otherwise, blows away the resentment, leaving a stronger more determined man.




Posted by dwallace on May 4, 2011 in Kiryas Joel, Oblivious, poem, Poems, Poetry |

I had to write a juxtaposition poem for class. To juxtapose something is to place two things close together or side by side, for comparison or contrast. You will see some examples of juxtaposition written within the sentences, but more importantly, within the story itself. Oblivious Today I saw a rich photograph of Kiryas Joel, […]

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You don’t like Poetry?

Posted by dwallace on April 21, 2011 in Poetry |

It’s been brought to my attention by a long-time reader that he doesn’t like my poetry. He says he loves my, “sarcastic stories with a punch-line at the end.” He’s also asked me in the past, “When are you going to write a story about me?” Well I hear ya buddy, on both accounts. I […]


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