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.

 

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