The Poet’s Patience
The poet is a patient man. He has to be. You see, the poet spends all his days trying to pick the perfect thing to say and, moreover,...
man on bus
From Monopole [formerly Theodorus in Excelsis] …The bus ride is slow and there are many stops. The time, too, is slow, but Teddy enjoys...
the lonely boy slowly slipped away
the lonely boy slowly slipped away against all things refined, awakening then one morning to find the sound of his own breath echoing off...
thought 7
What does one say when one sits down to write? He could speak of the sound of somebody outside wheeling the big plastic garbage can to...
vast silent bedrooms
From the award-winning short story A Vain and Terrible Thing, or Therapy, or Mr. Mitchell’s Cock Charade. I wake this morning to a dream...
europe
From "the altruistic ending" Here I sit, swallowing the effervescent flow of the open night I watch too many movies and my constant...
thought 4
I wonder to myself now if it is possible to be both contented and fulfilled. What need to pursue fulfillment is there if one feels...
a thousand shades of saffron
Teddy goes into a bar. Orders a beer, asks for a straw. Has to repeat himself until the server understands. Sucks the beer up through the...
underpants
Of so many seasons unknowing just to exist is knowing enough: The rhapsody and tambour of it all, but if it doesn't breathe you’re not...
Welcome to Plight of the Poet
Welcome to Plight of the Poet, the website devoted to my yet-unpublished novel Theodorus in Excelsis [now called Monopole]. Today, the...
