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

  • 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

  • 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