Category: Poetry

• Analog Rust

  

  I. Twenty-five years.Twenty-five million specks of dust.The flakes of rustblew through plastic and boards:life passed into Hardware and Headspace,and linked cable and cord to my feeling of Home. Super Home Boy 64 I was,where I grew to love characterssaving kingdoms,and I traced their pixelsor painted their dotsinto the adventures I wrote. The polygons materializedand I…

  Steven E. Croner

  September 16, 2021

  Poetry, Writing

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• Bottled Humanity

  

  The way in…I witnessed myself: Trapped in a year,a model in a bottle,sealed in the pressure,silencing the spite. The bottle fused my marrow,filled it with shots of hate.Falsely told by the sirenwhich soaked into the stomach. Trapped with that false blame.Straining.It swelled the bowels,air bubbling up inside. Restrained,in the bottle we madeto breathe together, butit…

  Steven E. Croner

  February 25, 2021

  Poetry, Writing

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• Direction

  

  Flowing is the tide to sink through the sands. Faster in speed. Slower in thought. Decisive in action.

  Steven E. Croner

  February 11, 2020

  Poetry, Writing

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• Figures

  

  A snort and puff;liquor pours outthrough pores, flushed and fierce,and steam fills the voidwhile clanks ring. A room of trials and tracks,of rattling vibrations,of echoes and shrieks, ecstasytests fate and temps fakefigures. Disfigure in darknessshifting with grunts and moans.Broken glass and swaying, numbing.No fierce burningdeep in flesh flakes and drops. Over-encumbered actand now lazy mirrorshide…

  Steven E. Croner

  October 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

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• Wildfires

  

  Words are wielded like torches,unintentionally hot,accidentally unconstrained,and hit patches of flesh we did not expect. I breathe fire without insult,singe discontent, unaware,and spread consequence,burning a hole in my confidence. Leave me ash and shame,and smolder with my sorrow,as a stare deep into the embers,red as all in sight. The wildfires are strong.Don’t send me if…

  Steven E. Croner

  February 16, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

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• This is Fine

  

  Tell me where you’ve been and hold the key up

  Steven E. Croner

  January 18, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

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• In Response to Your Response

  

  Don’t look at your numbers, look at me and ask.

  Steven E. Croner

  January 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

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• Capsule

  

  Here, inside, everything dies, neglect or not.

  Steven E. Croner

  January 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

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• Skeleton Keys Kept

  

  A porcelain jar of skeleton keys go to nothing, lost their use in time.

  Steven E. Croner

  January 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

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• The Art Form of Envy

  The red sun rakes the grass, caressing the metal holding the hefty tabletop desk, where he vigorously scribbles his visions on the paper, bowing and stretching to the breeze, held down by his left, pictures etched with his right. Lead whiskers coordinated on the page, his hand blends shapes in the page, morphed from ideas…

  Steven E. Croner

  January 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

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