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

  • In Nature

    Birds never talk to me But I listen to them sing As they sing on without me And bugs On me they don’t even know I’m there Lost in their own little worlds on me As they live in them without me And the grass It springs back to hide any trace of my steps… Continue reading

  • Rustling Applause

    A song I’ll only hear once It waves through the air in time As its vibrations shake the leaves They wave to me And give their rustling applause As it fades The sound drifts away through the air To the edges of the worlds night Where its soul drifts into the black forever after Lost… Continue reading

  • Above a City Night

    The rain falls beneath the light To gather under the lamps glow I climbed above the city night To watch the lamplit water flow Through the warm lit fog Like a golden river below Flickering down the streets From shadow to yellow to shadow Caught out with the rain awake in the night I climbed… Continue reading

  • Shallow

    What we have is shallow Like ice skating You asked if the sheets are clean Funny how others asked the same They’re like snow from weeks ago With dirt and footprints And snow angels from someone else’s body Chalk around it Like a crime scene Outlining the things I’ve done Dirty bedsheets from days ago… Continue reading

  • Chasing Whiskey

    Drinking is the least destructive thing I could be doing Of the things I could be doing Drinking is the best Those things I shouldn’t do How I chase them in the night So raise my glass and keep toasting To the chains that drown me down Though I could be doing less Of the… 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