Shape-shifting nylon; Squid ink begets a world. The hand of God has given forth More than it could possibly hold, A whirling, infinitely faceted creation. * Draped within the illusion, A man remembers.
Category: poetry
Boredom
It wasn't long ago that I realized I don't need to impress anyone, And there is nowhere to go. * Boredom is the impediment to these realizations. * All my life it had been backgrounding my experience, An amalgam of disgust, and anger, And underneath it all, A sadness which wished to ask, "Is there… Continue reading Boredom
Love as a certain kind of flame
I miss when relationships meant nothing, And in that nothingness, Could mean the world. * The artist, the bureaucrat, the hippy… To each I gave my heart entire, Willy nilly, Blissfully indifferent to the consequences. * As these worlds shattered, And as my heart grew worn, My head entered the picture, Offering diagnoses as to… Continue reading Love as a certain kind of flame
I’ve only ever had threesomes
I’ve only ever had threesomes: Myself, my sexual partner, and some third thing that hovered over and between us, Like netting cast against mosquitoes, Except the mosquitoes were my own mind. * Well, not exclusively threesomes: My purest sexual experiences have been with friends, Times where the pleasure was something which flowed from our friendship,… Continue reading I’ve only ever had threesomes
A prayer for rain
New Mexico, where I live, is currently swaddled by fires, And so it feels incumbent to pray for rain. * And yet my prayer is not only for New Mexico, nor for literal rain: It is for all people, places, and times, and for all soothing, quenching liquids for various states of distress. * My… Continue reading A prayer for rain
Jackson Holzberg Buckley 