Poems
by Richard
LeDue
My First Poem of 2026
Another new year ices up
my windows,
leaving me holding a hair dryer
instead of a sexy martini,
while melting stubborn ice,
especially in the corners,
and worrying about mold
like it’s the darkest future
one could dream of.
A Large Empty Sky
A bevy of unsaid goodbyes
is louder than a stamp collection
and squawks inside my brain
sized birdcage, while a sparrow
sings for someone else,
leaving my silence
with unclipped wings.
Word Vomit
All the junk in my email
prophesizes my death and ill-health,
but never offers much help
with this strange addiction
some call “poetry,”
which I prefer to think of
as word vomit that threatens
to choke me, if I fall asleep
at the wrong time.
