D : Writing

The Rock Boys

The Rock Boys

A Poem by D


We speak in one voice, and that voice knows how to thrash.
W/out.

W/out.

A Poem by D


There are many sources here, but it is new chiefly in terms of form.
Pilgrim hey! Pilgrim ho!

Pilgrim hey! Pilgrim ho!

A Poem by D


Pilgrims are old hat. They heyday of the guide draws near.
Dependence

Dependence

A Poem by D


I was aiming for a metaphor that would transcend the old pill bottle form of addiction.
Solar Flare

Solar Flare

A Poem by D


Sometimes it's easier to create when things are awash in flame.
Swagger Dagger

Swagger Dagger

A Poem by D


I feel like a god more often than is necessary.
Level 112!

Level 112!

A Poem by D


An intentionally ambivalent parallel.
Of Sweat and Stars

Of Sweat and Stars

A Poem by D


Halfway between the extremes of the animal world.
Spring Morning

Spring Morning

A Poem by D


Mortality and flowers. Lovely.
The Law of Club and Fang

The Law of Club and Fang

A Poem by D


Jack London echoed Darwin.