Sometimes I look through my computer and find old poems I wrote for contests/submissions and then just cast aside for one reason or another. This one is from my junior year of college, and it was an attempt at an Anglo-Saxon Elegy (the prof. who thought up the challenge was well versed in classical poetry …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #391 (2013)
If I were an English teacher,I’d have to teach my own work,not because it’s the best,but because if someone asked me if I really knew what it meant– –I could be convincing when I lied.
Untitled #39 (2014)
I sleep best with that bone ache frigid chill,the frost coating constant weight,contrasting the relative warmth of my own body.Winter is the only time of year I wake completely rested. I want to take her to my bed,I want to trace my fingers along her curves,to weather the storms of her temper,to feel her breath …
Untitled #389 (2013)
I keep getting these headaches. He is arterial,in that cell-bulging way,splintering off into capillary moments. I’ve been taking my coffee black,not for some manly– my tooth’s been hurting, that same hurt of my filled cavities, but this time I’m not on anyone’s dental,so I take my coffee black,and clench my jaw at night. I keep …
Untitled #381 (2013)
I sincerely apologize, in all the commotion of today (I finally have one of those “job” things people talk about) I forgot to set up the promotion for Let’s Get Drunk and Yell This Out. I’ve fixed that, and so a free book weekend promotion becomes a free book week beginning promotion. From when Sunday …
Untitled #38 (2014)
Like entangled particles,you and I have come to the same conclusion– about our privates; They’ll stay strangers.
Untitled #378 (2013)
The best part of telling a story,is that the end of one is a reason to start another.
Untitled #376 (2013)
You don’t seem to understand,the first three tracks of Thirteen Tales,they move me. They are sweat-soaked long afternoons,no air-conditioning,cracked earth taste in the air,the feel of wind past an open car window,driving–driving–driving forward. They ooze into each other,beautiful enough to focus on,high-cranked past blast,subdued enough to soundtrack almost anything. Listen to it with me:
Untitled #37 (2014)
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Untitled #367 (2013)
Oh, well, hey Burning Muse (via Noelle Wonder [ordinarywonder]), you featured that poem of mine on your page. I’m flattered. A little surprised that you were prowling through my archives, since it’s a little ways back there, but I’m glad you liked it. 🙂 Glad so many people liked it, actually. On that matter, hello …
