Tag: brooklyn poet

  • Burdens [song] • from 54 poems at 27

    Burdens [song] • from 54 poems at 27

    written originally during Lent for The Calendar Years C maj7             C7 We set down indulgence Fmaj7              Fm7 and pray for your restraint Em7                A7 We give up our taking Dm7                G7 and take away complaint Cmaj7 I need less violence C7 Need less slander Fmaj7              Fm7                 C need less of what I hate I hand you…

  • New Stories and Poems

    New Stories and Poems

    Hey all you vagabonds and wild people, quick note: I’ve updated the bibliography with some recent sales, added some new poems and a fairly old Gergian fantasy story about pirates. Hopefully I’ll have some of my new literary fiction to put up here soon. See some of you tonight at drDoctor. Carry on. Join this…

  • Silt

    For our world’s stomach acid eats soil away from stones, anxiety beats us, erodes… or uses us well, how The Brook deltas Marshland’s clothes.

  • Dead Christ

    Holbien fishes bodies from the Rhine // stone or marble forms a slab // he clears green mold, seaweed, the guts // it takes to paint a Chrorpse, // and spreads them out to prompt his work.

  • On Mortality

    To wrap up this week’s theme of grief, loss, and eulogies, I’m sharing a poem on mortality I wrote one year ago. I woke up in the middle of the night with the worst fever of my life, aching to my bones, certain of death — kind of like my friend’s cold sweat from yesterday’s…

  • Blueprint (a CHCC video)

    Wrote up a quick poem for a bumper video. This was for College Heights’ videographer, Joseph Lang. Poem below.

  • 050: La Fin du Monde

    Read the world’s ending in a book again today and I laughed not out of disrespect but determination to laugh I’ve determined laughter helps us finish strong. It’s not the first book today printed whose themes feature the end of the world it’s a popular transition from fantasy to science fiction to move from eschatology…

  • 049: Por Que?

    because my highschool taught Español Vaminos! not Latin Via Ovid because of the blood in the water because no one remembers the Alamo, nor cares, nor, perhaps, ever cared because Texas wants to secede — we should let them and because we should take Puerto Rico in their place because of the Three Amigos because…

  • 048: Birthday Event Horizons

    “Micah’s how old? …He can’t be that old.” isn’t a statement about a shift in age, but rather a shift in perspective. For the speaker in question remains the same age: “Theirs” and assumes that others will remain the same age: the age that others maintained in relation to “Theirs.” How ever Like the half-plus-seven…

  • 047: Things to Bring Tonight

    burlap sack. guns (those pistols and the shotgun). stuff for making bruises. chair. shop lamps. crappy rope. a sharp kitchen knife. dry ice… chocolate syrup. a generator. the script. your camera. the director’s chair. oh, and fedoras. Lots of fedoras and overcoats. }{ For newcomers — a note on 50 @ 25: Once upon a…

  • 046: Sounds Forced

    “Don’t ever force it,” They say about the arts, meaning for this, for me in the right here right meow, don’t force poetry. DON’TFORCEPOETRY!!!!!!!!!!! ! But forced times call for forced measures. Like the way Spiderman’s forcing you to think: DR.PEPPERDR.PEPPERDR.PEPPER when he shoots DR.PEPPERDR.PEPPERDR.PEPPER webs across his room at a DR.PEPPERDR.PEPPERDR.PEPPER can. that’s more…

  • 045: A New Era

      My birthday the end of an era of poetry …again.   era: a long and distinct period of history with a particular feature or characteristic   Mid 17th cent from late Latin plural of aes as in aer— for “money, counter” AND DON’T YA KNOW wouldn’t ya know it didn’t you see it coming?…