Category Archives: Poetry
The task demands a containment, fighting in one’s self, no mercy for the ailing, think against settling, just the convergence that loosens, Advertisements
The lie is moot, I haven’t claimed as far as the gross expects, sprints and cuts, this life has a chronology breaking at the edges,
Nerve senses the push scouring within it must leave only the durable illusion that else than act fraught massacred in decree a simple strip to imagine then move
“Tour Guide” The question of visible and watched, the reburrowing guilt of having violated we the seen, the division of who is indigenous to which path or stoop, a random welcome,
“We Old Guys” Before the curb, a decline in will, when aged men fight, we struggle for dead air.
“Last Day’s Lesson Plan” Study is the record of my blindness that reminds me I cannot stay too long, the questions become foci for limited turns outside of bounds,
“Learning to Swim” The crossroads of life are cruel To lead us this way To stay true to the path When the path has washed away
“East Side” The ongoing by recombination, the student defaced and the wounded harangued, but there are the stationed, garrison compounds selective cheapness,
Slightly different structure from your “normal” and “accepted” poetic structuring, but one must exercise their creativity to grow.
“Was the absence of a conclusion, then, the essence?” Yannis Ritsos, The Time Dimension