A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015


I sought a calmer wind,
a breeze that would blow me by,
comb through my hair;
leave me to linger through 
whirling leaf-buds passing;
complete my sentences

-he can't say what he's saying-
modernity - empiricism & empires
history - text & blood
conflict - if exists is one-sided

though this has only always
been the case, been
that we are the early spring's
leaf-buds around us in the breeze
easy chasing in gracious flight
the height of the day,
only until the squall settles,
and the dirt falls
and we tremble from inside


  1. I felt very carried, reading your poem. Took me - I think - past the spaces of faltering eloquence to what's beyond or after that (vulnerability? heightened senses? coming to rest?)