I am sometimes caught writing poems. I like to think that the intense creativity required by poems allow the author to convey the unconveyable more effectively than with prose (though a perusal of some modernist writings seems to disagree with this).

For some odd reason, the act of writing a poem is extremely important. Perhaps it's more important than reading it. Perhaps that's just an excuse for writing bad poems.

I'll let you decide for yourself.

Bottom Dweller: Written over the Winter of 2001-2002, when I was making a number of changes in my life. It was during this time that I chose to attend Etown College. The last line is much more misunderstood than I had hoped.

Building Wings: I first started writing this in the Winter of 2002, during a poetry evening class I was taking on the campus of Elizabethtown College. I wasn't fully satisfied, and at my mother's request, I edited during Christmas 2002 and presented a framed copy to her. (that's a story in itself). The poem refers to my long childhood summer days building balsa airplanes.

Numerosity: I wrote this while observing a children's orchestra that I once was in. Everyone I knew is gone. Where are they now?

Mixed Drinks: Another poem born out of frustration with myself. I had been studying Tolkien at the time, as if you can't tell :).

Sedated Poetry

Sometimes, I just throw in poetry for the fun of it.

Antimap: The text at the top didn't start as a poem. But then, while reading it to Dr. Sarracino, I realized that it sounds good as a poem. I put in some linebreaks, and kazaam! Instant poem.

Two Computer Haikus: Record of an email exchange.

Sedated_Whispy: An exercise in assonance and rhythm.

Sedated_Somewhere: I am somewhere on a something globe...