Wesley Dingler : Writing

Little Thief (2015-2016)

Little Thief (2015-2016)

A Poem by Wesley Dingler


To Rose Shillito. I.We collected memories Like tokensOne sacred winter evening;With every word We had spokenChanneling our center's grieving. II.I re..
Lovesick (2016)

Lovesick (2016)

A Poem by Wesley Dingler


Lovesick as I once looked at you, My gaze is obscured now by a half-truth.Because, baby, I'm not sick anymore; But, all the same, I still must ask you..
 February Son: Organica Mechanica (2016)

February Son: Organica Mechanica (2016)

A Poem by Wesley Dingler


I was born an American machine. Few layers beneath, But plenty of wiresto confuse in between. I warn you, ..
A Postcard--To A Former Resident (2016)

A Postcard--To A Former Resident (2016)

A Poem by Wesley Dingler


In loving memory of my mother, and oldest preceptor, Doris Ann Strickland... ..
February Son: Pretending Out Loud (2017)

February Son: Pretending Out Loud (2017)

A Poem by Wesley Dingler


could we imagine the echoes of light now are still really stars somehow? i could really use a friend right now; another to p..
But--The Spirit Cannot Be Silenced So Easily (2018)

But--The Spirit Cannot Be Silenced So Easily (2018..

A Poem by Wesley Dingler


I There once was a time When I sought to try And bury my soul Deep within the soil, Beneath a darkened sky. ..
The Lover’s Heart (2018)

The Lover’s Heart (2018)

A Poem by Wesley Dingler


Even I know not to question a lover’s heart. But you don’t know just how hard it was for me to see you happy in a..
To A Little Rose On The "Big Island," Pt. 2 (2018)

To A Little Rose On The "Big Island," Pt. 2 (2018)

A Poem by Wesley Dingler


For Rose Shillito... Still... p { margin-bottom: 0in; } I can’t deny this truth. And it’s no mystery, To..
american music (2018)

american music (2018)

A Poem by Wesley Dingler


it’s sad to say that creativity and american music have parted ways but it seems the case if your listening to the..
B-Poet (2019)

B-Poet (2019)

A Poem by Wesley Dingler


These days, it is as easy for me as turning over a handful of leaves, and finding stanzas in full underneath. But that h..