Welcome to my (Josh) poetry page. I’m living a little vulnerably and sharing a portion of my poetry with the world. You’ll find it in the modernist style, with an eclectic array of topics, from science to technology to nature to family! I hope you are inspired, either to see the world differently or to possibly take up your own creative aspirations!
On tangents that take me from one end to another
Of a geometric equation
God applied to everything.
And I mean everything.
A mari usque ad mare
And all that is between.
I learned that oceans father gods,
Of earth and below,
Of darkness and darker still.
But now I am told otherwise.
And even on the ocean's surface
I will steady myself.
Give me a place to stand
And I will move the Earth.
Something about moving so far from those creative circles and building an image of myself measured only by achievement, accomplishment, and notoriety, makes the prospect of sharing my art with a broader audience absolutely terrifying.
It's not that the body is bad and the spirit is good. Instead, both are shadows of what is to come, one day to be brought forward and fully renewed in the coming age.
On the street corner
Alone
But not unaided
Before dark hallways
Between steel walls without ceilings
On a green and blue canvas
Against backdrops of black
Each stroke swaying the scene
Just one dab
And everything changes
Click here to see this poem in print in the 2006 Signatures Magazine.
The swift, vibrant, ancient glow,
Along the horizon
stained by crimson streaks
The royal sky,
rich with emerald, ruby, sapphire
Wispy clouds are swords piercing
The night sky,
tugging and wrapping itself
around every star
Click here to see this poem in print in the 2005 Signatures Magazine.
His mirror image gazed back,
hollow and alone.
A drained mind and a vacant soul,
in need of tenants.
The window prisms,
coating the stained walls
in pale tans and browns.
Shadows caressing
the cracks in the ceiling
and finding solace within
the confines of dark corners.
Dim outlines
of the phantoms and banshees
that until now
haunted only his slumber.
Click here to see this poem in print in the 2005 Signatures Magazine.