Poetry

  Gabriel Rosenstock’s Tanka Series – 3 1. even when not conscious beloved, of my actions i sought you all along                 made...

  Everything seems like an invitation, even this fever. This dryness, which mocks reflection, this torn skin, through which light won’t pass. But here it is always childhood,...

  Last Night on EarthThe very act of waiting makes the case for continuation. Ask the core of some old tree how death and wood collaborate.  On the FloorTake me...

  Oneirology A dream from this morning, a lecture dream. For once, there were no jokes, no digressions or asides, not even one for instance. My...

  The Puppet Weakened by years of being held captive to her blatant stranglehold. She took the meaningful coincidences encased in the crimson ring. The mouth spoke words of love and all along,...

  Author's note: These poems revolve around a set of disconnected issues/mentalscapes - a feverish confrontation of nihilism (You Monozygote of a Purpose), attempts to...

  Severance - a poetry collection that looks at how connections are cut for and against our will.Who Rules… The eternal struggle between the common people and their...

  Round Wire-Rimmed Spectacles He drinks out of tin camping mugs, speckled with white so even when he’s inside he reaches for something beyond the room-- still trudging through the...

  Gabriel Rosenstock’s Tanka Series – 2   1. the hummingbird is away again in a flash, beloved where did it go                  ...

  I hear the erratic sounds of silence The arcanely echoing sounds of silence Through the esoteric whispers of silence Over the bizarre chants of silence The intimidating...