Tuesday, December 08, 2009

something to read...

stones

she picks up
stones
with
fool’s gold
embedded
within
the
layers.

she piles them
up in a glass
vase
and watches
them shine
in the sunlight.

time and
pressure,
chance
and
determination.

she finds
what
she
is
looking for.

2 Comments:

Blogger Djunkert said...

mr Cunningham, i've spent all afternoon reading your poetry wherever i could find it online. i was waist-deep in the disgustingly poetic poetry of the notre dame review when i came across yours. i felt at home and warm with your ingenuity and honesty.
thanks,

d

6:52 PM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

thanks much for the good words "d." glad the words are out there doing what they're supposed to instead of getting wasted, hanging round dark alleys, hassling old writers, beating up on weaker poems and taking their baby's milk money, you know, unsavory shit like that...;)

thanks again. stop by anytime.

2:08 AM  

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