Plight of the Poet

The poet is a patient man. He has to be. You see, the poet spends all his days trying to pick the perfect thing to say and, moreover,...

the lonely boy slowly slipped away against all things refined, awakening then one morning to find the sound of his own breath echoing off...

From "the altruistic ending" Here I sit, swallowing the effervescent flow of the open night I watch too many movies and my constant...

Of so many seasons unknowing just to exist is knowing enough: The rhapsody and tambour of it all, but if it doesn't breathe you’re not...

Welcome to Plight of the Poet, the website devoted to my yet-unpublished novel Theodorus in Excelsis [now called Monopole]. Today, the...