Near Zero Blog

Category: Poetry

  • A man in his late 40s sits in his car in the driveway with a pleasant look, while his wife angrily waits in the kitchen window.

    I Space the Day

    I space the day by the length of a song. 4:17, 3:37, 11:31. Almost twenty minutes, if you let the notes linger til morning break.

  • A sixty-year-old man stands in meditation in the snowy woods.

    Being Is Creating An I

    Free verse poem about reason and its creation of I.

  • An old man sits on a park bench in late autumn, feeding pigeons.

    He Said His Name Was Art

    Every day, the man is given a sandwich by his caregiver to eat in the park with the birds while she cleans his room

  • Autumn forest floor with a decaying oak log covered in fungus; overlaid haiku poem by R. J. Hoffman.

    A Windy Brush Stroke

  • The Poem No One Wanted to Read

    Never use a title like “I Saw a UFO…” The association with the psychotic is too deeply ingrained because of the infinite number of “alternative” science news (science reality?) podcasts, newsletters, and websites. No offense to anyone and their personal experiences.