Umbriate Press Poetry

Poetry Posts

  • Again I drink.

    Again I drink.

    Again I drink again drunk in silence thinking about drinking loudly I say to myself wishing I were somewhere at the beginning and someone who had never tasted so I could begin again for the first time Read more

  • I have always hated

    I have always hated the long black voyage rankled by nostalgia adorned with an abundant shrubbery amid the garbage of baited life. Read more

  • I would take

    I would take your soul and wring it full of longing had I the least bit of faith that you would pay me in kisses. Read more

  • Easter comes but once a year

    Easter comes but once a year

    These ancient powers of fear in this world aside I’d rather, as all vanquished must, straddle flaming hedges of hell than strut ill-hearted through the glories gained by a punisher of my sins. Read more

  • Spring nears

    Spring nears as my dear wearing tiny bells rolls down a slope of wind in a cotton dress awakening the wolf. Read more

  • There is no metro

    There are no faces in the crowd, there is no metro, just the apparition of stillness:                sores on a wet limp waking. Read more