Lucas Grasha : Writing

I Am Martin: Part Two

I Am Martin: Part Two

A Poem by Lucas Grasha


I Am Martin: Part Two Martin walked into the confessional of the Catholic church. This place was the congregation he’d been cast out o..
I Am Martin: Part One

I Am Martin: Part One

A Poem by Lucas Grasha


I Am Martin: Part OneA man of five feet tall walked into his brother’s bedroom;his brother was slouching in his hand-carved wooden and cloth cha..
Scene From A Vienna Pub

Scene From A Vienna Pub

A Poem by Lucas Grasha


Scene from a Vienna Pub High-heeled boots are terrifying. That man in the corner booth has the names of his cats sewn on to his leather ..
In The Navy

In The Navy

A Poem by Lucas Grasha


In The Navy Optimism, Pessimism, and Realism argue over whether the glass is half full or half empty. “I say it’s h..
The Gay Angel

The Gay Angel

A Poem by Lucas Grasha


The Gay AngelI have a dream;one which I think to be a long-extended metaphor.A dream in which I am walking into the darkness of cavernous woods,like a..
Storm

Storm

A Poem by Lucas Grasha


Storm She calms the waters on the edge of my horizon, makes the beach swept clean from its pollutants. Her lightning strikes fire for m..
I Am Dinner.

I Am Dinner.

A Poem by Lucas Grasha


I Am Dinner. Across the breach was spread seaweed; Gifts from the Sea thrown onto the crumbled rocks. Silently-- rather, near silently..
C.

C.

A Poem by Lucas Grasha


C. “Tonight was good,” she said as she ran a finger through her hair. “Yeah,” he replied. “I was scared about..
Jack, Hobbes, Martin and I.

Jack, Hobbes, Martin and I.

A Poem by Lucas Grasha


Jack, Hobbes, Martin and I. Well, I managed to wake up with a great sense of nihilism with a side of Roman Imperialism (not that the t..
Sestina: Corn

Sestina: Corn

A Poem by Lucas Grasha


Sestina: Corn I see nothing but corn. I know nothing but corn. I eat nothing but corn. I speak nothing but corn. I hear nothing but..