The Word Exchange – A Blank Verse Poem

so many words are wasted in a day exhausted in tedious dialogue haphazardly inserted in emails frivolously texted without a thought lavishly painted purple in our prose pretentiously spouted in poetry repetitively belted out in song meandering in legato fashion excruciating staccato pacing exchanging words without a second thought ringing hollow like a dead tree…

Do You Feel a Bit Peckish?

within a derelict detachment of thought a morbid curiosity expands shrinking the image of concubine earth eliminating hunger of satisfaction thirsting lust in this dripping heat

Go Out

she keeps asking to go out on our days off after work to let loose and have fun and i keep creating reasons why i’d love to yet can’t i shy from her touch her gentle hands her warm smile because the truth of it is i’m afraid of getting close afraid to let her…

Thank You Everyone!

I’d like to take a moment to show appreciation for everyone who took time to view my blog and follow me this past year. This has been a prolific period for Piecework Prose and it has seen exponential growth in that time. Two books were self-published (Calling Forth, In the Midst of Crisis) with an…

A Convolution of Thoughts on Parents

i must be claiming the minority knowledge for all the people i meet wisdom respect their parents despite understanding their flaws they’ve no right their abuse to claim their foolishness and the older i get it’s difficult to relate the more sure to this approach as i become it seems to me many parents are…

The Sum of My Parts

people always make it sound like you figure things out early that’s it’s all simple that it all falls in place that it gets easier when you near 30. i’m still a mess a lone tetromino falling through the cruel vacuous infiniteness of space spinning out of control. a bulge of scattered wood blocks strewn…