Bio
Anthony loves the way words sound through silence. He is inspired by the nature of the world and the expression of art as humanity decrees to discover itself. He writes to express the overwhelming beauty of the natural world with the inspiring admiration of artistic creativity. He has recently been published in Jerry Jazz Musician, Shot Glass Journal, and CommuterLit.
Anthony Ward
Owning Memories
The screech of the swifts overhead brings younger summers swooping back.
Back to a time when you would play out in the street on those long nights,
Outside your old house that now belongs to someone else.
You carry a sense of ownership over the homes you used to live in,
As if the current occupiers are trespassing.
The tv's glare rudely out of the window,
Flashing obscenely with insolent menace,
As if they're up to no good,
Graffitiing the walls and upsetting the furniture.
How dare they remove that elder tree and take out those raised beds.
I'm only glad I can't see what they've done inside,
I know it would make my organs churn,
As if they'd gutted my memories like they are nothing,
Bringing it home that my memories only matter to me and nobody else.