Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Macropoetry 3: Apophany


Apophany

No kings, no magi, no wise men
remain to celebrate new birth.
No kings, no magi, no wise men
share wealth or anything of worth
No kings, no magi, no wise men
can show us who will save the earth.
No kings, no magi, no wise men.

Macropoetry is a series of poems as images.
See them first on my instagram.

Macropoetry 2: Wound


Wound

The opposite of confidence
she sits
with eyes that flit like she would flirt,
pretending
that every heart is hers to take
alone
into her arms of ink and bone,
that she is loved not for fame but skill,
that no one tells her that her youth is killed.
She sits, pretending, alone.

Macropoetry is a series of poems as images.
Find them first on my instagram.

Macropoetry 1: Be Nothing


Be Nothing

People cherish building walls
drawing lines in paint or stone
mad to keep what we possess
knowing nothing stays with us
coupled by our life alone
zeros can't divide at all.

Macropoetry is a series of poems as images.
Find them first on my instagram.