For the first time,
a man
left something in my apartment.
Author: Keith Wagner
Climber, adventurer, photographer, poet, musician, dirtbag, drifter.
Ok, I want to go back down now.
Fear and climbing, and how the intersection of the two informs how I move through life.
A Piece of me
Love and LSD on the cliffs of the Emerald Coast
A Bucket of Tears, Straight, no Chaser (a man walks into a bar)
Someday I’ll be glad that I made
every last one of my mistakes.
‘Til then I’ll just sit
and sip on this heartache.
Somewhere in the Middle
Sometimes I daydream
of one morning in September.
where I make breakfast and you help pack my bags…
Like Gravity
I’ll be there to hold you like the skyOn the days when your wings aren’t broken And your spirits fly.Like the earth I’ll be there when you…… Read more “Like Gravity”
Between You and Me
There has always been an undeniableIrresistible UnmistakableInimitableSometimes confoundingBetween you and I. We had three yearsAnd two thousand milesBetween usUntil you messaged on Christmas Eve.Now all that’s between…… Read more “Between You and Me”
untitled poem #56
Some songs are better left unsungSome pictures are best left untaken.Some dreams are only meant to be hadAnd not to cone trueAnd sometimes there is no getting…… Read more “untitled poem #56”
From Paris to Paris
Coming outFeels likeComing intoMyself. This is a process of embracingAnd accepting.This feels like holding myself in love. This is a practice of authenticityOfawkwardinconvenientscarysafehardexcitingunavoidableTruths Coming out,Feels like Coming…… Read more “From Paris to Paris”
we ARE a poem
You’re not like my shadow,only there when it’s light.Always hiding,dsappearing out of sight,come the firm touch of night. You’re like my echo.The report that I hear,the voicethat…… Read more “we ARE a poem”
Chasing Hawks 