What bliss there is in blueness. ~Vladimir Nabokov
Blue dawn air, blue rooftops, the hazy hour, nothing is sharp—
giant violet mums, my attempt at adornment, are obscured by … Read More
Rob Ostrom | OL02 | Fall 2021
What bliss there is in blueness. ~Vladimir Nabokov
Blue dawn air, blue rooftops, the hazy hour, nothing is sharp—
giant violet mums, my attempt at adornment, are obscured by … Read More
Thankful
No ghosts or goblins and trick-or-treats,
No candy or flowers for your sweets.
No gifts to buy or presents to give,
Just be THANKFUL for the life that you … Read More
The Pumpkin
Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West,
From North and from South comes the pilgrim and guest;
When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his … Read More
Blissful ignorance, blind to the world and what horrors await
Encased in a cocoon, shielded from the thorns and venomous vipers
A permanent smile stitched onto one’s face, accessorized by … Read More
fat girl nicks herself shaving in the shower,
resents the water that will carry her
blood to sea. Blood, worthless currency,
cannot buy a country but becomes it,… Read More
(Revised Negative Poem, the first draft follows).
Darkness, restless, relinquishes me without taking
my sharpness from neither constraint.
After midnight, the prison frees me from my shackles,
sharpened by the … Read More
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough … Read More
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