Member since December 7, 2016 | 1,890 Readings |
Cincinnati, Ohio native - They say journalism is dying and poetry’s already dead. I suppose that makes me a resurrector.
The Blue-Silver Being
I am a flat, graphite sketch / on a interdimensional being’s / drafting table. // I look to my right and left / and the being is shouting / at…
Closure before the door was opened
I am nothing. / Nothing. // My purpose is ----. / It’s rich and red. / My purpose is bleed. // Your whole job / is to watch while I do it. /…
Contain, / Contain / You-see-through-glass / Bring the water to my lips again // The molecules are more focused in the glass / Than they are in…
It’s a different hustle in the winter
Sunset - / the little ghetto market, / westside parkway // / An early start / Set up shop so to speak / Greet more folks than the mayor // …
50 Questions to Ask God this Holiday Season
Hows come we can’t see you? / How many bulbs have broken when idiots put up Christmas lights? / Why don’t people use their fucking turn signal? …
I don’t like to kill / Even the small things / Even the littlest ones / I feel it too hard / I stand over them in their death / And whisper about…
In the garden of life
In the garden of life, / with its flowers and wonders aplenty - / Some days you just pull out weeds.
When all the black mirrors light up
My eyes are polyamorous, lingering and twisting, / playing tricks on my Sunday School heart / They feed my brain the food it wants but doesn’t need…
The work of the self-titled-modern-masters / Is lost on me / Luckily, it’s lost on everyone else // Unfortunate, really / Poetry was the voice of…
When Maya says she still rises, I listened
Why this love for music / But a voice no one loves? / Why do you want me to play / When no one else does? / Why do I write poetry / That people…
Subscribed by Tyler Strittmatter
It was a quiet moment / at dusk / / at the very beginning of summer / when I defected. / / Just my son / who keeps getting older / / …
The Ruling Class
They weren’t afraid / Bernie couldn’t win, / / they were afraid / Bernie would win. For them – / / Trump is the lesser evil, and Joe…
Parable of the Lesser of Two Evils
Spent my life / thinkin’ a winnin’, / / trying to be free, but / ‘long the way / / everything told me / to be anything / / but me....
We have moments / not lives. There’s a sudden breeze. Sweet scent.One of our girlsputs a paw on her sister’s. The news is bad,then worse, then…
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