not that anyone asked but i feel like a hack – sometimes bursts of inspiration come an overwhelming onslaught catching me off guard knocking me off my feet tossing me into a free fall whilst i careen headlong into a stone wall lined in razor sharp disappointment – i was watching youtube while contemplating this…
Author: Mitchell Chmielewski
Bruised Yellow
– rain grey sky bruised yellow at sunrise –
Impostor Syndrome – A Haiku
impostor syndrome faking it til he makes it shattered illusion
Work of Art
everyday is a fight a struggle a contest – testing your mettle your resolve your tenacity against yourself – you have to punch and kick and scratch and claw towards a better tomorrow – never forgetting the past or the present – those scars are marks of passion of the skinny years just before you…
Hungry Girl
hungry – girl starving in a world of plenty begging for scraps as the diners line their tables in spent napkins and fluids – bones piling beans and half-eaten rolls soaking in gravy – ice crystal clear melting coke spilling over the brim – tabletop doused syrup and meat juice squalid indulgence excess – gluttony…
Fortune and Despair
the hum of the engine hapless soundtrack of the unfamiliar at every turn a new decision – sitting in the cabin no passengers at my side whilst huge barreling mechanical behemoths pass with thunderous aplomb – so proud so steadfast and sure speeding down the pitted mat surpassing me at every turn – dizzying barrage…
You’re Fine
boil in the pan bubbling over agitated and inflamed a sore wound weeping – all the pressure the build-up awaiting the pop – acid blood coursing through my veins stinging rush chest pain and headaches clenched fists ready to grip him by the collar to swing and meet the jaw that spews sewage indiscriminately –…
Morning – A Haiku
morning spent alone rattling distant railroad tracks grey sky and treeline
The Cool of Autumn
the cool of autumn cracks this shell of heat summer splinters scattered shards on whistling wind headlights drawing near on lonesome country roads and all i can imagine is infinite directions photons traipsing cross lingering mist and cornstalk silhouettes following familiar paths arriving at the same place
New Book Available
Hey everyone, below is the link for my second self-published poetry anthology. It is currently available digitally on Kindle and soon as a paperback. It can be read for free on Kindleunlimited, but if you would like a copy, it’s available digitally for $3 and physically for $7. If you read it, please leave a…
Piecework Prose 