It's a strange courage you give me, ancient star: With the autumn field now hushed and desolate The couple walked with a new awareness Of something open… Read more "Tracing November: Untitled"
Category: Poems
few new poems
Secret Followers Dreaming from other people’s wires Birds left apart What was the fragment of that vision? We spoke of when the frogs sang in perfect harmony… Read more "few new poems"
Must one smash their ears before they learn to listen with their eyes?
The other day I went jogging along the canal A cold morning All the water was frozen Every breath I inhaled stung my lungs and steamed up… Read more "Must one smash their ears before they learn to listen with their eyes?"
InDivisible Lies
A lie is a state of movement. It has a before and an after, cut into the now. Wait, what is it?“I know it when I’m not…… Read more “InDivisible Lies”
Float, Swirl
I’m stationed over piles of leavesThe bottom of the pile wet and coolLike a fish hook.And she’d look back at himAs if he were a newspaper left… Read more "Float, Swirl"
Two New Poems
Tired CyborgThis morning I woke up with a crink in my neckI figured it was due to my exhaustionThat I simply slept so deeply that my body… Read more "Two New Poems"
Staring at the River After Church
Strait laced pilgrims Anchor the curtainsLight westerly’s upset the blanketThe court of arbiters structures us out in squaresThe sky above no longer guides the sandThe spirit has… Read more "Staring at the River After Church"
4 Poems
MascaraI’m pulling off trains track by trackThere are purple emissions above my headEach of her lashes are brown dewed with blackThe Martyrs song is sung by the…… Read more “4 Poems”
The Drop Out
The end of motion across the sky rushesIndeed its death moves faster and draws me out like an empty sillhouettedPicture of trees.How I long for those lonely…… Read more “The Drop Out”
Time Cycle
The recycling time of one self Is wrought trough timeTime’s proven the quantifier ofOne’s progress Whether he starts the journey aheadOr behind,His body is owned by time.That…… Read more “Time Cycle”
Every Day and Summer River & Critical Parody in Comparative Literature
Every Day Every day since you appearedSo vividly on my porchWhen I awoke Feeling cessated from my bodyAnd that surge of clear adolescent energy lifted usUp to…… Read more “Every Day and Summer River & Critical Parody in Comparative Literature”
Daniel Tutt 