Tag: Sentiment

Soil – A Poetic Notion

Death is my Religion Death is my sacred Mother Death is the vehicle by which my soul traverses the heavens She is no macabre fancy But a perfumed blossom When I was a boy I dreamed of a rotting woman in an upper room…

The Distance Remained

What even is poetry? I suppose it’s for when life is too weedy and wonderful for prose. We waited a long time there in the brambles, amidst the tobacco smoke, we talked for hours. What were we on about? It didn’t matter. Together was…

Little Care (Poem)

Trading tales Out there Where all else fails Little care She rests her head On a shoulder That’s long dead Yeah she’s growing older But still in circles She wheels The wreck through cycles Bursts seals dance jigs and reels Golden red Sweet neck…

Great Heart (Poem)

If you help somebody It’s an accident Cause the world is bloody Never learn from precedent It pulses and beats In hollers and heats Life flows down streets Aorta greets Whatever passes ‘long Takes it through Circulation washes right or wrong You were there…

The Harried Deadly Calm

        The smell of cheap tobacco had become my home. The cigarette dropped listlessly into the green glass ashtray. Uncanny how that thin finger could imbue dead leaves with such ennui. Thunder erupted from beyond the kitchen door. Outside a large…

A Defense of Journalism

There is some salty language briefly. It is included because it is how some people talk. Skip it if you’re offended. There’s lots of content here. Don’t Be Defensive I’m always going to remember sitting in my techie friends small office bedroom, on the…