MENTORS OF THE IMPERVIOUS An old trail opposed to change. A gate with the top slat for comments, “I was just here” etc. I must have missed you because the day hadn’t. Consequently, there is misery in your circle dotted I’s. Who takes the time to cauterize the wood and burn the careless pistols? Ah sure, it’s only testosterone but it’s fading just the same. RESISTING PROBABILITY Squandered, fairly innocent chimes hanging from a tree. This…
Spinozablue welcomes Colin James to its list of fine poets. Please send us your feedback regarding his poem, the site in general, the world as it is and ought to be, or whatever else is on your mind. Finished Franzen’s Purity a few days ago, and was surprised at the sudden drop off in the quality of the novel, especially when the character, Tom Aberant, narrates in the first person. It was, frankly, agonizing to get through, and I couldn’t…
WAITING FOR MY HONEY IN FRONT OF THE SENATOR THEATER On the theater’s door a few written words, “This Theater Will Be Closed Until A Run On Sentences Adequately Compensates.” The leather chairs varnish their legs. A thick green compensates carpets and cashier. No coming attractions, instead a slat beneath a portrait with one eye missing occasionally. No mints either, just the smell of insatiable consequence. As if the balcony stairs could be arrogant or led away. …