Author Archives: Tony DiAngelis

About Tony DiAngelis

I am a writer and educator who wants to share my creativity in a global medium. Please savor the pieces you enjoy, voice your thoughts, and share this work with others in hopes that they may find inspiration to reconnect with their creative selves.

To Be A Man

TO BE A MAN   I thought that to be a man was about strength But every bold muscle turns inferm, thin. I thought to be a man was about armor, But the latest style just ousted the latest style. … Continue reading

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Hindsight

    Coffee with a new old friend Who needs help with his finances We sit at a deuce Next to a long table Stir up each other’s mishaps I dispense some of my hope A small stream of cream … Continue reading

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Our Country Fence

My front yard chain linked fence, The handle that rarely comes down Is seen from the dirt easement Of our redwood-paneled house. The grey wall keeps our dogs from going out The strays, and coyotes from coming in, Makes our … Continue reading

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Limes

    Shell casings Lying on the battlefield, Slivered limes, Scatter our apartment Coffee table and floor, Hairs ruffled by jagged combs From a nights engagement With the bottle.   These urchins Pushing poisonous tart In a single slice, Unlike … Continue reading

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Yearning

  “Yearning”- deserves Pronouncing loudly but Never is or should be.   “Desire” whispered Or screamed Depending on what ear Is at fault.   “Need” always whined Like a one stringed violin, a braying horse.   “Ardor” said only in … Continue reading

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DRIFTWOOD

  Bobbing, like a bottle without It’s message of “help, here,” The driftwood never settles Until the tide abandons it.   Habitually spit out for a time. Joggled and then picked it up Only to be taken a little more … Continue reading

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It You Love Me, You’ll Come To My House

It’s okay tonight. I’ll concede to another store bought roll, Pick off the fuzzy green spots, And won’t ask many questions- Grandma’s agenda on everyone Is usually already prepared. Our Thanksgiving meal for most Is now a phone call and … Continue reading

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Blue Collared

  Let the blood drool out of my veins Across the screwdrivers, Saw blades, ratchets, Adjustable wrenches, bungee cords Of my father’s tool shed table.   Baptize those headboards of Hanging chalk-lined hammers, Saws, trimmers, axes, Turn these white lines … Continue reading

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Taggers

The scribbled sense of nonsense, Left unknown with nothing to say, Saying it legible to only myself, Crisscrossing diagonals rounding Leftover letters in languages denied. Five or less and half the syllables, Confusion cured by hand and by Force, my … Continue reading

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Crabgrass

  You shovel, douse, pluck, pull me A silence above righteousness. Reckless is my possession, a spirit Cloistered among the dead yet The living succumbs to my roots. Eternal shoots pierce every Nook, cranium and forcive closet.   You try … Continue reading

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