Literary Crumbs: Poems & Short Stories to Savor by D. Ryan Lafferty

  • The Wind

    (A poem I picked up and reworked after finding it from my grade school papers) It blows, it flows, and nobody knows the true shape of the wind.Where one breeze ends or another begins? It spins and plays on warm summer days.Yet chilling and bold in the stark winter’s cold. It howls at night under… Read more

  • A Face if Filled with Features

    A face is filled with features, many facets, different forms,The strongest traits collected from those who came before. Mother’s eyes are smiling over grandpa’s noble chin…The cheeks of some great ancestor emerging from within. by D. Ryan Lafferty DaranionPress.com Read more

  • Apostle Paul

    (My deepest sympathies) Today life’s strange journey, it seems anything, but long.We’d only just now figured out the rhyme and rhythm of our song. Though the melody is bitter and the harmony seems blue. Still that funky drivingbass line keeps us moving, hell we’re all just passing through. And when our loved ones leave us,… Read more

  • What a Difference You’ve Made

    (Mrs. Adams’ Last Day at School) The last summer comes quickly and it’s one day awayThe halls are all empty, no more laughter and play As you close out your grade book and turn in your keysEmotions they mingle with fond memories… For thirty-five years you planned and you dreamed,each day filled with lessons, directions,… Read more

  • Ladybug

    On a yawning Sunday afternoon, a ladybug shuffled across my field of view. A faithless pilgrim setting out upon the spackled-plasterwinter wastes of my bedroom ceiling. I watched her, inching along, as I rested within a feathery shellfolded from my down comforter. Surely someone has already written this poem down, for here is the perfect… Read more

  • Know it All

    I wish that I could say I was sorry to interrupt you, but you were using the wrong fork for this course of the meal. And, by the way, that crystal glass of Riesling should be held by the stem,rather than being warmed by the delicate palm of your hand. I just needed to share… Read more

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  • The Wind

    (A poem I picked up and reworked after finding it from my grade school papers) It blows, it flows, and nobody knows the true shape of the wind.Where one breeze ends or another begins? It spins and plays on warm summer days.Yet chilling and bold in the stark winter’s cold. It howls at night under… Read more

  • A Face if Filled with Features

    A face is filled with features, many facets, different forms,The strongest traits collected from those who came before. Mother’s eyes are smiling over grandpa’s noble chin…The cheeks of some great ancestor emerging from within. by D. Ryan Lafferty DaranionPress.com Read more

  • Apostle Paul

    (My deepest sympathies) Today life’s strange journey, it seems anything, but long.We’d only just now figured out the rhyme and rhythm of our song. Though the melody is bitter and the harmony seems blue. Still that funky drivingbass line keeps us moving, hell we’re all just passing through. And when our loved ones leave us,… Read more

  • What a Difference You’ve Made

    (Mrs. Adams’ Last Day at School) The last summer comes quickly and it’s one day awayThe halls are all empty, no more laughter and play As you close out your grade book and turn in your keysEmotions they mingle with fond memories… For thirty-five years you planned and you dreamed,each day filled with lessons, directions,… Read more

  • Ladybug

    On a yawning Sunday afternoon, a ladybug shuffled across my field of view. A faithless pilgrim setting out upon the spackled-plasterwinter wastes of my bedroom ceiling. I watched her, inching along, as I rested within a feathery shellfolded from my down comforter. Surely someone has already written this poem down, for here is the perfect… Read more

  • Know it All

    I wish that I could say I was sorry to interrupt you, but you were using the wrong fork for this course of the meal. And, by the way, that crystal glass of Riesling should be held by the stem,rather than being warmed by the delicate palm of your hand. I just needed to share… Read more