Posts by Terry Horn

born Amish imagine that hand picked by the big guy carry the mission buggy and horse born polish let’s make some sausage buy some intestines filled with ground stuff so tasty imagine that born Irish the wall crucifixion saints in every room chasing the savior reality in glasses so simple so pure

join the family rough and gritty locked into happy Exclusive serenity travels passenger seat dreams rolls down the window with a button turns the radio on musicians good will wardrobes needed a job to love cooks up some art

it rained then it stopped then it rained then it poured mystic sunshine a sage or a prophet a woman with a shovel harmony in the garden silence in the courtroom a holiday then the circus came unelectable god role annoited needs to work who needs lies and promises not the dogs cats or children

surrounded by learning and opportunity life on a crazy planet look around unnurished in time the bread was beautiful success elevated tradgic constant joy waiting done before worse and better do it once do it right no need to return always sometimes I am a ghost standing right here kneeling in front of us

why hesitate everything you say is lunacy and rehearsed

every night a mare horse shoes at the window going outside now to gallop away

came from a prominent family of sea urchins one at a time they would disappear some bought an island while others worked the boardwalk in wildwood it was season it was crowded it was loathsome it was magic frowns and smiles shaped by multiple encounters with tourists the ocean was a postcard said miss you…

She had many names different identities for different situations a cab driver driving me round and round was not a victim only acting in a scheme achieving the necessary spy thriller watered animals for a living made her way traveling bar to bar take notes for poems she would later write some day

Never thought could transition and be so complete conflict in a jar with lid then produced touched with fire electric keeps score and advances talks about air and matches the moon becomes the sun becomes the moon get out and buy something a hat a shirt an ashtray 3 kiwi and reading glasses because it…