Eight Minutes and Forty Six Seconds on June Twelfth, Two Thousand Twenty
The rain continues. No thunder dares ring. No winds howl. All is silence, save the sound Of distant trucks down on the interstate. I tell myself, pretend it is the sea That all this rain, perhaps, will wash into. And I remain in silence. What must...
The Sex Scene - A Poem
I write Like I know what sex is, Like I have enough exes To go through the intricacies, And not fall into fallacies Of what romance means Besides taking off shirts and jeans And being unclean, Having dirty thoughts, And yelling the...
Ragnarok - VII
"I died not," Varr breathed shallowly, "I woke Midmorning, by a gentle brook. How far I'd skirmished from satanic swamplands I Had no surmise. Three days I nursed my wounds, And then I took the mission meant for Luke, To warn the Old Man. As I...
Ragnarok - VI
"In coolness of that evening we stood guard Atop the knoll our mastery had turned To barrow. As the hidden sun went down We watched the pit as does a mongoose, for The snout of the great serpent to appear. While there we watched we argued: How to...
Ragnarok - V
"Before the sun had crossed the pinnacle Of hours upon the sky's superior side And any nightward momentum had gained, The hall was emptying. The Old Man's words Reverberated still between hard stone Reproachful more the longer that we stayed. Our...
Ragnarok - IV
The day was long departed, and the night Was coming to adulthood. Outside slept The night breeze, snoring soft among the grass. Inside, the boxer felt the darkness close As if it were a change in temperature He had not noticed. "Hold on," he spoke...
Ragnarok - III
I learned much that i never thought to know: techniques of swordsmanship both long-forgot and new-devised, and archery (which i had never tried), and tracking in the wild, and how to read the verses in the wind, which led me to you in those pathless woods
Ragnarok - II
The sun was gone. The only light that shone Was a reflection off the fading sky, Yet faded not the gold out of the roof, For, at the touch of darkness, fireflies, Lit crisp like Christmas candles, Appeared and turned the leaves to paper...
Ragnarok - I
Somewhere it was autumn, and the trees Hung undecided, torn between the fear Of concrete skies and black obsidian nights And clung to fading leaves, yet still they felt A dark desire to let the summer drop, To scatter to the wind their...
Ragnarok - Prologue
"Amidst the journey of our life I awoke in a dark wood" - Dante Alighieri, _Divine_ _Comedy_ "In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he...
I Ask Myself How Is It I Have Come
I ask myself, how much you asked yourself, for i have not the heart to ask you plain, (but, sunset knows, must hide it in a verse,) how long, oh lord, how long did you endure?
Either Your God Hates Me Or Your Religion Doesn't Work
#41 of poetry cw: religion, hostility to a category of religions in particular i think i'm getting the hang of confessional essays in blank verse. i like the way it forces me to be concise.