jacob erin-cilberto : Writing

The id of flirtation's consequence

The id of flirtation's consequence

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


The id of flirtation’s consequence wool sweaters warm the skin, but the heart wears a light jacket in a November wind..
debunking a half-mast mythology

debunking a half-mast mythology

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


debunking a half-mast mythology blither-blather the deep throat of Dan Rather sounds of silent heartbreak, dramatically po..
days of a present past

days of a present past

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


days of a present past in autumn i will leave you, a bonfire of burning veins the blood extended on branches bowing ..
stillborn signature

stillborn signature

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


stillborn signature my heart's been kicked in its symmetrical shin and now it is lyrically limping with a dull ache of apostr..
old recluse

old recluse

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


old recluse i've hoarded so many lines and now have a mess of dusty words never smart enough to file them neatly themes str..
together alone

together alone

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


together alone to the right of the rite, i saw your eyes leaning towards me as i sat in the back row of engagement the..
Land, mine

Land, mine

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Land, Mine capsized in the Arctic, flailing in your icy staresstrong eddies of discomfortheart glazed in glacier stancethere is an island of warmthclo..
pronouns of posture in an October light

pronouns of posture in an October light

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


pronouns of posture in an October light the hue of youis the hymnof mesung by the herin my heartas autumn unfoldsthe foldsof us.erin-cilberto10/4/15
the Wedding Band

the Wedding Band

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the Wedding Band the floor kept tipping and my mood kept tripping not a sip of wine in my heart just dizzy on autumn's sardo..
Table 26 ( a single place setting)

Table 26 ( a single place setting)

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Table 26 (a single place setting) stir the soup of spirit the thickness of dour doldrums they're all out there dancing to ..