Best Foundry Poems

The World is a testing ground to burn out impurity, 
a forge of sorts, 
sorting out infermity. 
A Threshing floor 
of chaff and wheat. 
The bread of life consuming your choices as you eat. 
Of it's variety, 
it's buffet of sensual self offerings. 
Alongside a...

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It’s been a day, brother, it’s been a day.
I’m ridiculous for lack of content,
All my plot holes are on display.
Am I doing OK? Am I having a day?
I can’t get a call back. I sat on a thumb tack.
It woke up my skinny white ass.
I’m...

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What is… inherent,
what’s not… implied

Epiphanous moments
—waiting inside

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2021)...

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Larks are ascending funnels of sky,
songs smoke from enteral chimneys.
In an industrial park a fine Autumn light
burns bright.

Shoes fill with walkers,
we are out and praising
the clanking machinery,
for we are all leaves 
in the same furnace.

What we suppose
to be sleep and decline
is a wooded factory, a...

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