Explanatory Force I walked for several miles down railroads, walking trails and a commercial strip thus had crossed a creek which flowed and weaved them all into one thought: purpose. At one juncture, I stretched out and looked up at the night. The stars are out. I thought how poor my eyes to not burn […]

I remember dust storms and steel mountains,
tips of tree limbs who reached over barb wire,
scrap piles I deconstructed into bins
of copper, brass, efx out from mire.

A boy plays with his
platonic shadow against
his own perspective.

Everyone has dirt Have you colluded with soap? Blood is on your hands. Too Much Information is now Public We live in a day and age where everyone has dirty laundry.  Not that this is news to anyone, but now it shows up on a news feed and is shared by willing participants to the […]

An Apple a day yes does keep the doctor away throw the rotten ones. So Doctors… I was a stubborn young boy for my mother.  And I had this thing with doctors since the day I was born.  I peed on the doctor who delivered me. I refused to talk as a toddler.  My first […]

      5 Word Poetry Challenge I will play this game with friends where they will give me 5 words as random or as weird as they want those words to be and I will create a poem for them.  You can either watch this on YouTube or read for you pleasure below. Zwatko […]

  So what does numbers have to do with our feelings?  They have to do with a lot more.  Check out either my spoken word YouTube video or poem in written form here.   Arithmetic by Feeling Lowly are we emotional creatures as compared to our intellectual pursuits. Our feelings are better judged by a […]

Let he be the first one to cast a stone. Poet, skip rocks at a shadow unknown. Earth’s a rocket propelled in outer space, philosopher’s stone called the human race. Petrified, I hide behind a boulder I walk out bolder as I get older. The ground beneath us two is rock solid, thus we are […]

…observe the world to reflect soul; lose the ego in search for my keys; …shoot pictures each a thousand words; express their pattern blurred to one hundred. …point to objects to show not tell feelings; work material into abstraction; connect with a Internet of things to vary their controlled interaction. …split and stock wood piles […]

This poem is a sonnet I wrote after reflecting on the death of Stephen Hawking. I imagined Hawking dating beautiful for women and seeing their beauty comparable to the universe he studied.