Chaser

A short little ditty on the power of time.

An emo sonnet I wrote a few years ago. I was going through a phase...

This world will fade.

A rhyme poem about downfall. (Just clearing writer's block here, folks.)

A question about feelings.

The price of knighthood.

Can you find your friends?

Cutting remarks.

Because puns.

Extended metaphor, need help with the stanza format.

Pay me not with compliments.

Ever seen one of those charity wells? It's like that.

An experiment with sestina, an arduous and painful poetry style. The poem itself is about the trappings of talent.

A poem about microlending in India, and why it's supported. (Microlending is when banks lend to the poor.)

About a Luddite, a factory worker who would break into factories and smash the machines that were replacing his job.

Instead of touting the obvious paradox of a "living room", enjoy this strange poem.

A senseless sonnet on vanity.

I am a claw machine, grasping for my own secrets.

Happy after-Valentine's Day.

At the moment when time stands still, you are effectively dead.

I could hold the sky up, but not hold it together.

Don't throw things off of buildings.

A villanelle dedication of death.

This poem can be read horizontally or down each column. I don't know what that's called.

Agoraphobia, the fear of a great wide world with nowhere to hide.

I've been diagnosed with chronic constellation.

The road made from car tires

You ever just really hate a bowl?