Stories tagged poems

Quintet in a Minor Key Near the End of Time

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The one thing I believe in is collapse./ Abandoned buildings collapse. Civilizations// collapse. Financial bubbles collapse./ Stars and galaxies collapse. Falling// is something that comes quite naturally/ to puffed up things.

Phenomenology

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The universe is churn-

Eloise

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Even at five years old, I could tell that Eloise was haunted by ghosts that shook her core, leaving her dangling and seeking stability in slowly repeating her compulsive routines.

From The Chronicles of His Demise

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I am not the wind./ I am a stone eroded by the wind

Contentions

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...a session/ of hide and seek/ among the syllables.

Three in a Major Key

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One can watch the grass green/ in response. One can watch the world green/ in response.

More from the Chronicles of His Demise

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Only scotch and cheap champagne/ retain their reliable flavors.

Three Small Ekphrastic Objects

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Agamemnon and Menelaus were/ complete creeps. Achilles was// a pompous piece of shit.

Year End Close-out

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Strauss does all the stirring at the start./ The rest is all murk and meander

Yet More from The Chronicles of His Demise

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The Muse//has used/ me up

More from The Chronicles of His Demise

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Dread and drudgery sour each day

Four Brief Poems

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The eyes, luminous and large- each an infinite bright blue ocean Wind ruffles feathers My ego and vanity also/ encourage me not to wear a mask. An aberration/ that general circumstances/ will remedy, and soon.

One old and one new

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served as it is/ among these friends. The frayed filaments/ tickle my chin and irritate my nostrils,

Suburban Pastoral Triptych

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Waxing or waning? To know,/ one must pay attention nightly

Spring Diptych

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The physical presence of books- many books on many subjects- is a comfort and consolation