Ragged Feathers.A Poem by Thomas W CaseAll my books are available on Amazon. Here's a link https://www.amazon.com/stores/Thomas-W.-Case/author/B0CL2RKDGX?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1&qid=Hope is that little wild thing, furry and fragile, that sits on a shelf behind your heart, where the room smells of cheap whiskey and roach powder, and the streets have been unkind for a month of Tuesdays. It’s that pocket full of pennies pounding against your hip as you count the steps to the liquor store in the pouring rain, hoping they still sell that cheap vodka that tastes like kerosene. It’s breath and ragged feathers, huddled in the alley behind the tavern, where neon paints the wet asphalt and the rain tastes like childhood dreams. It’s the canary escaped from the coal mine, sitting on the desk that keeps your hands moving over the keyboard, over torn pages, even when echoes lean in from the ceiling, laughing at your stubborn fingers. It’s the click in your skull that whispers, Don’t quit yet, while the world collapses, while the nights stretch on forever, and the coffee’s gone, and the toilet’s overflowing. Hope doesn’t beg like a stray dog. It doesn’t glitter like a fake god. It slithers beneath your skin, a little blood, a little pulse, and somehow keeps you waking up.
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3 Reviews Added on May 1, 2026 Last Updated on May 1, 2026 AuthorThomas W CaseClear Lake, IAAboutThomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more.. |

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