Tag Archives: Loss
Heart in England
I had a heart when I was in England Heart in England, morning runs through cemeteries racing with Mary’s ghost, merging with the mist amongst the cenotaphs, vaporous fingers tracing ancient names on leaning tombstones, and tracing sweat along my … Continue reading
Eh…
These things I warrant, and see, these ghosts, aspirations and hopes these fading things. My eyes, in a cracked mirror. This ghost, clattering… I talk so fucking fast. A poet of listicles. Shallower than Plath. No clue where my inner … Continue reading
A Machine, For Time
Ronald Mallett I know you as I know James Tate. And now, people known to me… Jess, Kevin, whipped through this same centrifuge. We are on the edge of forever. Know that we are running like gerbils, in this same recursive … Continue reading
Posted in Fathers, Loss, Obsession, Poem, poetry, Sons
Tagged Father, Fathers, James Tate, Jess Mynes, Kevin Duffy, Loss, Obsession, poem, poetry, Ronald Mallett, Son, Sons
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Nimrod’s Lips
Broken. All my words broken. Asunder and cracking. A slinger hurling stone against my forehead, Breaking me. I had one language; and this I began to do: Nothing was restrained from me, which I had imagined to do. Now, my … Continue reading
Posted in Bible, Creative Writing, Language, Love, Lovers, Old Testament, Poem, poetry
Tagged Arts, Bible, creative writing, Creativity, Language, Loss, Love, Old Testament, poem, poetry, Writer, Writer Moe, Writers Resources, Writing
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