7 Poems x 7 Days – Scantily – Day 7

Dom here! So I worked with my girlfriend on a 7 day poetry project, at the start of a new day she sent me a new word and I wrote a poem based on the word and submitting them without edits. As I wait to board this flight All is mundane of the world we rest unrested and nod through precursors of stories weve heard a million times while disconnected from the world most float through, and trace the time til lunch at noon clock out, reset, resume… From cubicle seats, some of us can see, the life we want … Continue reading 7 Poems x 7 Days – Scantily – Day 7

7 Poems x 7 Days – Kalopsia – Day 6

Dom here! So I worked with my girlfriend on a 7 day poetry project, at the start of a new day she sent me a new word and I wrote a poem based on the word and submitting them without edits. On a Saturday somewhere in 2014, I visited the Herd Museum in Phoenix and as I moved through the various installations, I ran across one that stuck out and it appeared that it was composed with a great deal of patience and there was beauty in this artistic language displaying both the victories and triumphs of a foreign nation … Continue reading 7 Poems x 7 Days – Kalopsia – Day 6

7 Poems x 7 Days – Succulent – Day 5

Dom here! So I worked with my girlfriend on a 7 day poetry project, at the start of a new day she sent me a new word and I wrote a poem based on the word and submitting them without edits. The classical acoustic guitar and its nylon strings so sweet, filling this busy coffee shop brings up memories of Open Mics, in my earlier days of poetry. We’d convene in spaces considerate of our quest and filled with the greatest chefs, the food was a blessing nonetheless, we’d eat fries and ‘succulent’ chicken breasts, just before spouting our most … Continue reading 7 Poems x 7 Days – Succulent – Day 5

7 Poems x 7 Days – Quintessential – Day 4

Dom here! So I worked with my girlfriend on a 7 day poetry project, at the start of a new day she sent me a new word and I wrote a poem based on the word and submitting them without edits. Time flies in this in life, and we’ll eventually become the people we were meant to and that’ll be, in conjunction with, what we’ve worked towards over the years and at one point in time, nothing was off the board or the table, we just wanted a shot, and we’d connect everytime if given the cables, or the aux … Continue reading 7 Poems x 7 Days – Quintessential – Day 4

What is Home? Poem by Dom Root

What is home?   Home is warm Reflections of Fond memories… and There’s a little part of me In every place that we use to call home, I say we, Because Home is family or reminders of… From the apartments around LA to that one house in Carson, where I planted my first peach tree… Home is a combination of many things.   Home is hearing the sound of my moms truck Pulling in off the street… And running outside To help bring in the groceries…   Home is knowing Where the Crips had beef And if the streets lights … Continue reading What is Home? Poem by Dom Root