Poetry Archive

  • When Procrastination Becomes Sloth

    When Procrastination Becomes Sloth

    Yeah, I know.  I did this for a few weeks and then punked out.  I got sick, then the holidays came then I made up a few more excuses, wrote some poetry and then a little while later it was August.  Now I’m back.  I...

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  • Hook Up with a Poet Tonight

    Hook Up with a Poet Tonight

    Keats is dead. So is Shelley. Byron, Milton, Dickinson, Eliot… even Shakespeare; they’re all dead. Nearly everyone your Lit teachers tortured you with in high school have joined the Robin Williams Society.

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  • Welcome to The Constant Inconstant

    Welcome to The Constant Inconstant

    In its original context “the constant inconstant” refers to, among other things, the moon. Here, I mean it to represent my many and ever-changing interests and perspective. More importantly, the name gives me freedom.

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