Category: Poetry

  • Summer on 41st

    Stretching eager fingers, ready to continue on a new piece with the working title of “A Season in Hell”.  Not very original, however, a tribute to one of my favorite writers Arthur Rimbaud.  I look over the empty streets from my office.  The unimpeded sun heats black tar and the day has the hazy look…

  • Poem leftovers

    As I debated within myself whether or not the “Untitled” poem should be left as is, or delve further into the mind, and what is being sought, I tossed these stanzas around.  These are lost in the ether now, searching for a new poem to hopefully pick them up. Other Lines (2) Descending fully into…

  • Untitled Poem

    I posted part of this a few days ago.  It’s the first new poem I have written in awhile as I wait for my well to replenish.  This is the completed first part of the piece.  I have tried writing 1 or 2 more sections to this, but they are coming across as forced, contrite,…

  • The Proven Life update

    Chapter 5 (Untitled Misery) and Chapter 6 (The Realization) have been posted for your reading pleasure. Click here for Part 1 index. Click here for Part 2 index.

  • The Medicine Man

    The medicine man imparted these words before transforming into a raven and vanishing from this space: Stop thinking. Know. Forced thinking, what you seek dissapears. Beyond the mountain the valleys are deep and wide. Going into them blind, distracted thinking, will consume you. Instead enter the gate and immediately stop. See your arms outstretched. Welcome…

  • In Memoriam

    A beautiful tribute from Greg Morton.

  • Poem – Fracture 1

    Light dark vapor vacuum. Glass shatter rain cold newspaper ink bleeds. Rectangles circles oblong light sea wind coastline.   Waning sunset empty beach clouds swirl inward deep harmony plays.

  • Poem – Bullets in my Sky

    My sky I built Hands bound Tight noose Vibrant blue Stretching forever My sky I built My life I built Mind controls Thoughts forgotten Bullet filled Piercing blow Shattered mirror Glass raining Outstretched arms Catching pieces Razors tearing Shreds gone I awake Palms wet Distant thoughts Cloudy memories Surrounding myself White sheet Please forgive My…

  • Poem – Fracture 0

    Macroscopic black point nothing vibrating matter super symmetry the beginning.

  • Poem – A Child Waits

    In honor of Mother’s Day and including pops, a poem. A child five years old waits patiently, the door has not opened for some time, a dining room chair methodically collects dust. Three dinner plates have become two, seemingly overnight. One kiss upon my forehead, though different, something new as the touch and embrace last…