So, there’s a dimension lodged between a fold in my brain matter. It is a wild, untamed land that can at one moment be a boundless void, and at another, a dense jungle. Like something between Jumanji and Narnia, it has as many manifestations and descriptors as the art that is birthed from that internalContinue reading “How I Write Poetry (sometimes)”
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It is Fragile
It is fragile.The paper barrier between flesh and air.The wind cuts through it like razorsAnd the beasts of the field stomp it down to mere dust They are fragile.The veins who transport life.The wine is spilledInto marrowIf the wine goes bad,then the the heart does tooFor it cannot tell blood from poison It is fragileTheContinue reading “It is Fragile”
If the Soul is an Anthill
I am made of staticA group of Infinitesimally small points on a three-dimensional gridAs I watched ants blanket the edge of the sidewalkI came to this conclusion Their rank and file were knotted up in a juncture between cement cracksI could not find room for a soul within that massNor the mass of my ownContinue reading “If the Soul is an Anthill”
Critical Mass
The social debt incurred by our worldHad reached critical mass ages ago. We waited too long and the interest compoundedNow we can’t even afford to pay the first installment The bill keeps showing up at the houseThe balance growing larger If we paid with our souls, like the fathers didit’d barely cover the interestAnd tomorrowContinue reading “Critical Mass”
Quiet Evening
God is a spiritWho speaks to those who refrain.When the soul weeps,He leans in to listenAnd speaks salves to our wound. But those who learn to quiet the WorldWill mistake their own voices for Its words When it’s a song about quietA poem without wordsA dance in the rain when the rain is hail It’sContinue reading “Quiet Evening”
My Obligatory Poem about Depression
*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”
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”
The Poetry of Ants 