Teddy Dondanville

A man moved away today. Not just any man, a very special man. A son moved away today. A son who was loyal to his mother and father. A brother moved...

Sometimes I sit and wonder. What it’d be like to be a bug. To spend all day, Crawling or perhaps flying.   Incessantly searching for, Whatever it is they need. Food?...

The man, he gets drunk off wine To this girl, his medals shine. With privilege and honor He comes down upon her. As if with each beat of the chest He...

The flatland has mountains too. You just can’t see them, you can only feel them. The mountains, they come in waves. Sometimes nonstop, other times not so much. Very rarely are...

One self Or selves, I pick a mask from the shelves. Dressed to impress I begin to feel the stress. I hope my face fits And withstands the social hits.

There is a trend in our culture, To emphasize strength. In some cases, it’s all about length. I’m not so sure, How I feel about this definition. Using masculinity as a...

Where does the wind blow When we cannot see it flow? How does the ocean rise From behind our privileged guise? How does the ice melt When the temperature cannot be...

Tall as mountains and Strong like a boulder. Listen to them, for they are older. Hard as ­­­­­wood but Soft as a lung. Here is where those monkeys hung. Deep as...

Today is a day A day Like all the rest Yet, we set it aside As if to show our pride To whom are we trying to prove that as one,...