sitting in the woods beneath the shade canteen full of lemonade handful of trail mix summertime rustic lean-to fashioned from felled sticks country life for country hicks tucked away sublime undaunted to return from here would be a crime where the woodland creatures chime yet still she’s haunted cursed to leave to return and to…
Author: Mitchell Chmielewski
Appetite
appease the gods and sate their hunger spread fear among the younger shed blood; fill their cups spill over such young supple flesh on which they sup halcyon minds offered up crushed mint and clover in their hand a spirit high, a body lowered impish jest, divine jokers indifferent towards man nameless meat held to…
Midwestern Folk
there’s something about midwestern folk hidden in the pine and oak lurking in plain view unsettling – warm façade, mad laughter, grin askew venom tongues drip beaded dew grifting and peddling con artists – faced with change they commence with nettling if that won’t work then kettling purged weeds for harvest cut down quick –…
Some Other Time
recently i was asked do you love your family? i quickly responded No. there a hushed pause lingered on the other end of the line broken by the utterance of a meek confused Why? it’s a long story i said some other time
Gave Up the Ghost
gave up the ghost and watched it flailing clinging to its wretched form wary of uncertain valleys sent off to venture forth how miserable he seemed to part with me before our finest hour had the chance to toll and to exhort
Above All Else – A Haiku
the passage of time frightens me above all else dreams trailing closely
There She Lays – A Spenserian Poem
perched atop a spiral stair observing the tile work craftsmanship fairest of fair elegance no detail shirked grim voices in darkness lurk draws her notice and her gaze anxious feeling in her irked doomed to spiral in a daze down and down and there she lays
So Miserable – A Haiku
she’s so miserable screaming in the living room vodka on her breath
Only Shapes – A Haiku
obscured in the fog the light hushed in its stillness only shapes remain
From the Screen – A Tripadi
she smiled at me from the screen and it was the warmest i’d been for the longest time i could remember didn’t know her name just her face from movies i’d seen at my place watching alone filling this intense need lying there lying to myself believing her gaze is heartfelt knowing all along she…
Piecework Prose 