Hole In The Hedgerow

Poetry, Stories, and Other Musings With Spilt Ink

  • Welcome to This Hole in the Hedgerow

    Welcome travelers. The purposefully lost, the jaded anarchists, and the bloodied knuckled pacifists. Welcome friends, new and old, the usuals, the newcomers, the frequenters, and the casually late. Welcome to the travelers, the runaways, vagabonds, commuters, and the lost. The strangers, the outsiders, locals, and passerbys. Welcome to the ones life dealt a bad hand,… Continue reading

  • Stitched

    My heart a quilt of everyone I’ve ever lovedTattered, torn, and stitchedAnd you my mistress of sorrowWith your cornerWho I’d half jokingly propose toSooner than my next heartbeatWhen I wasn’t who I should beWith the taste of beer on my breathCigarette smoke on my clothesSo you could be the proof of my lifeWhere my stories Continue reading

  • Asleep at a Desk

    There’s a certain kind of sleepingWhich happens at a deskThat’s good for the soulNot going but falling to sleepWhen you shouldn’t but doThe sound of deep rumblesOn the ear through woodLight peaking under the arch of my armInto the cave where I buried myselfHolding the heavy weight of my headAnd warm air on my face Continue reading

  • Seven-deuce Offsuit

    White knuckled seven-deuce offsuitAt a table of men exploring fateEverything I love riding on a betMy life cascading to unpaid debtPraying for rainOutside a burning houseThen washed down the streetLike a soaked little mouseLooking for rescueWithin every face I seeA stray elephantWho needs a place to beClutching at odds and endsAnd drifting away smoke in Continue reading

  • Snail Tracks

    Snail tracks along the garden walls,Impossible to follow, I had tried many times.On a hill, in front of hills behind hills,Rolling from here to the ocean.Clouds, hanging low, moving fast. If you laid looking up, you’d be flying.Clouds that could be anything.Or so they were.How they’ve changed in my eyes.Raining, barely a drizzle, more than Continue reading

  • Jaded

    Brush the jade offWith a deep breathAnd with earnest sighsStand tall in my new fever dreamWith tired squinting eyes Casted adrift with no anchorsLost myself bobbing on the wavesWith the lows and the highs Drifting sinking shipTo a splintered wreckA passenger or victim of the currentWashed up flotsom speck And now, a new shoreCovered in Continue reading

  • Poker Buddies

    I can’t be lonely.I’ve got poker buddies,Fuck buddies and drinking buddies.There’s plenty of people I used to know.And life long friendsWho won’t be at my funeral.Passing glances that forgot my face.One night stands that stood for one night.And lost loves I’m still tryna find.There’s family who won’t know my name.And dogs that’ll run to me Continue reading

  • Reflected

    My world reflectedAnd sinking away in twinkling black pools.My time passingCurved and in baby blue.How your smiles move into your eyes,And by how you see out of them.You looking up,Me looking down.My little life.How I disappear and fade into you.How I feel smaller as my river approaches the ocean,I’m spread out along the shores,Like a Continue reading

  • Baobob

    Baobob shadows on the horizon,Upside down trees with their heads in the sand,Wide legs reaching for the Sahelian sun,Fruit bobbing like ornaments from the feet.The sun laying down for the night behind them to sleep.Huge sky, touching every corner of the worlds curves,The stars coming through that darkening blanket that lays over it all.Reminding me, Continue reading

  • Morning Run

    I need to run to catch my breathThin air keeps the demons quietDistance keeps them at bayHeart pitter patteringPounding awayA commerce of bloodWith every beatA hundred thousand milesFrom my heart to my feetDefiant legs full of acidTense, then looseEver falling forwardCatching up with themselvesTurning overRolling the earth beneath meGalloping togetherChasing myselfAt my most primalJaw opens Continue reading

  • Silent Echo

    Silence has an echo,Things left unsaid speak back.It begs to be written.Words that should have been whisperedInto an ear,Being read instead by you.But unspoken words are all I have,So these scribbles will have to do.Graffitied into my mind,Etched into my skull.Begging for forgiveness,Love unconfesssed,The truth untold, the lie left said,And the goodbyes at the ends,Come Continue reading