The experimentals (c) faolan bartholomew
two thousand teenagers ranging from ages fifteen to nineteen, were standing in a giant auditorium in a haphazard mass looking around murmuring to themselves about why they had been taken here
Military, Scientific, Soldier, Teenagers, experiment, super
_Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba_
Would that I had the faith
To pray daily.
Eleven months to let you go,
And an amen to end the sorrow.
Experimental, Poetry
There's some duality between sources of meaning,
Between the types of stories we use to back identity.
It's not quite good & bad or light & dark,
Though I'm not yet sure just how to define it.
Dad used to punish the dogs
by locking then in...
Experimental, Poetry
I could never tell you
that you feel too much.
That you feel too hard,
or that your feelings
overwhelm and overtake you.
I could never tell you
how beautiful that is.
That I wish I could feel those things,
that I wish I could feel that way.
...
Experimental, Poetry
Tightly wound springs
Of very carefully
Not touching.
Secret words
To be said
With confidence.
Rules.
Prohibitions.
Limits.
Discussions planned,
Side-channels arranged,
Whiskey purchased.
And now anxiety
Over what it means
And how...
Experimental, Poetry
Complementary, clashing anxieties.
Dull clamor of intersecting feelings.
Need, desire, craving, jealousy.
Worry, fear, care, prayerful fretting.
Love, lust, friendship, a need to share.
Emotions on emotions on emotions,
and, often, comfortable...
Experimental, Poetry
"Comrade" would I call you,
and "brave," and "fierce" and "true".
"Lovely" have I called you,
and hope but to live up to
the example which you set for me.
So, comrade, onward, ever onward.
I know I cannot hope to offer
much but word on cloying...
Experimental, Poetry
We fit together in the strangest ways
and seem to seek new seams to savor.
Such joins are hardly perfect,
thread tugging fabric unevenly
unless it's reinforced over and over again.
We seem to seek new seams to savor,
and, weak though they are,...
Experimental, Poetry
When you arrive,
the whole world gets slow.
Sluggish, amber-colored air
mellows lively conversations.
Everyone stops, marvels,
turns eagerly toward you;
and there are no complaints
about warming our faces in the sun.
Experimental, Poetry
Resuscitating ancient coins in class, we learned,
takes a toothbrush and olive oil.
Slow, steady strokes across, around...
soft bristles dislodging soil
one speck at a time.
But no one that day was nearly as blessed,
seeing a coin shine through...
Experimental, Poetry
I see your past in cross-processed film,
in blown-out colors and over-saturation.
You told me all about it, told me grand stories:
you were going to go back in time and save the world.
I see your past in yellows and browns,
in umber and...
Experimental, Poetry
Every time I fall,
The ground tells me I'm in love.
"'Cause love is
All low," it says.
"And loves is
Places."
And I always argue,
That love is all people.
That love is dogs,
And cats.
And love is
Emotions.
But every time I fall,
...
Experimental, Poetry