Recently on Instagram, I posted this poem. After reading Quait journal’s Issue 2: circle poems, I was inspired to write poems … More
Category: Visual Poetry
Poetry with a visual slant. I’m not talking about the “poetry” of photography or collages. I’m not a visual artist with a penchant for “poetic” things. This category is for poetry that has definite visual elements. Less concrete, more ancient tradition of mixing language and image.
Character Sketch: Barry
A short visual poem about a guy who figures out he needs to get moving.
Character Sketch: Casper
Casper was a people pleaser //
People Poems
cuz he walked around everywhere with a thumz up
Planetary Tides
The wide sweep of planets that beguile me
Brains
Shook off the alarm clock shock and walked with zombies on the mall promenade until the oblong paradox unlocked itself and
Inner Thoughts
But there it’s been sunk in my gut
The Story Start to Finish
the Spring grit / of road grime / salt and care / lessness crumb / ling
unfirstly
from a simple foundation unfurled a universe
Imagine ATTACK
a context of wet sands
A Dice Throw (Schroe Knows)
nobody knows till it shows (so says Schroe)
The Gods and The Devils
the broken and the menders
A Temptation
you try not looking despite your curiosity
Life Event/Shift
try to otherwise
In Bloom
until you make up your mind / to learn to fly
Random Set
to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru
Escape
It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release
Outsider
what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?
Traced Poems While Sick
Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick
Visual Poem Trace(s)
and / looking / to the sky / w/ / a b / -reath / of supremely / real / air
From a Hopeless Romantic
As darkness / inclines itself toward / the stars / There will be a / breath of air / That will become / the exhale of our united sigh
Window Blinds Session
the more you wait / the more you drown in time // so just smile
Oh, No! Stairs!
Ouch / oo / eh / Oww
A Bit of Nostalgia in the Basement
poor books, / I will pick you / up off the carpet / one day
Basement Warm-up
This writing is less the craft heavy and prosody poised work that keeps process hidden behind closed doors of the poet’s writing studio and their intellectual hesitance, and more the freestyle, live over home-made beats push for moments of flow.
Dan Dorman 