*An interactive poem* I’ve been a sad person for my whole lifeAnd I know the workings of being sad.The hum and droneand persistent diminuendo. *reader, please take a deep sigh- for immersion* You know,I’m come so farIn the war of attrition with the rival in my mind. I’ve learned to stay saneBy repeating mantras ofContinue reading “My Obligatory Poem about Depression”
Author Archives: The Poetry of Ants
Shirkman
The mold in my teacup is just starting to grow.I left it on the dresser,and if my wife had caught itI’d have gotten a lecture before the oversight sprouted. But she missed that one;She’s been busy.And I’ve been me. I cleaned it up myselfLike I always do.…Eventually From the Author I’ll admit that I loveContinue reading “Shirkman”
Spreadsheet Wizard
To my Father: Thank you for being a great dad, and for making yourself a better one every day. Dad never forgot his keys on the table.Wasn’t enough room. The kids spilled their things over it throughout the day.And he’d tell us,“It’s important to maintain your space.”“Don’t make your mother work while I’m away” ButContinue reading “Spreadsheet Wizard”
Phagophobia
If i fell into the gulletOf a terrible waking songWould you come after me? If the words of wisdomYou so kindly sharedWon’t penetrate the monster’sSkinGutMarrowWill you save me from the confinesAnd from the dark? Please, don’t call it natureBut call it something vile. Drop your things and rescue meOr I’ll haunt you. From the AuthorContinue reading “Phagophobia”
Tridecennial
I’ve been telling the policeThat I don’t know where I am.When really, I do. I admit that I recognize this scenery;I mean, I’ve lived in this house for three years.Don’t have to look at a street sign when I drive to work,And the guys at the smokeshop know me by name. Yet,Something perplexes me whenContinue reading “Tridecennial”
Bedside Table
Auntie has a secret book she keeps. Open the door of the mahogany nightstand.Down on the left of the bottom shelfLies a white tome ordained in red thread With blue and gold flakes in the finish. Auntie’s written a thousand verses,A hundred poems.Stories that capture all the lives she’s lived. The pages have no linesPhrasesContinue reading “Bedside Table”
An ongoing request for you, the reader!
Listen, Fam. Writing and inspiration are weird. It’s hard to write when one isn’t exactly inspired, and inspiration doesn’t come every day. But if one doesn’t write every day to hone one’s voice and craft, then all of it is impeded when inspiration DOES come. So here’s my request to you: Comment on this postContinue reading “An ongoing request for you, the reader!”
The Redwood Blues
The trees had lost the will to speak. The means to do so were abandonedsoon after. I imagine they grew tiredof the constant inquiries of man;Met time and time again with a refusal to heed. We warred with one anotherwhile they suffered in silence-Saplings planted amongst rocks,In outskirts between road and more road. We attemptContinue reading “The Redwood Blues”
Hello, my name is…
Really, my name isn’t important and most people who are reading this will already know it. What most people wont know is that there are two stories that brought me to this “Imma start a blog” point in my life. The first story is one I don’t remember, while the second one I remember veryContinue reading “Hello, my name is…”
