In Observation Of Motion

In Observation Of Motion

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In Observation of Motion is a body of poems that wrestles with the act of being alive in a world both mundane and surreal, where grief and bureaucracy, faith and futility, intimacy and absence blur into one another. These pieces move like witnesses: they catalog the ordinary and then peel back the veneer to reveal what lies underneath - rot, ritual, memory, God, and the absurd machinery of human systems. Structured as fragments of testimony, prayers, and stage directions, the work explores how the personal collides with the institutional. Grief is itemized like a bill, death is announced in boardroom chants, and survival itself is measured in "resources." Yet within this indictment lies tenderness - apples falling, seeds bursting red, children shadow-kicking, stars stitched into constellations by invisible thread. The voice in these pages is restless and searching. It questions authority while laying bare the internal monologues of guilt, hunger, and longing. It does not seek to resolve contradiction but to hold it - to witness motion, even in stillness. In Observation of Motion reads like both an elegy and a performance - it insists on remembering what systems erase, and on naming what is often left unsaid.
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A book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are like this, I wouldn't leave you that curse. Some poems are quite lighthearted and others very somber. A few, even I don't understand, so I'm sure your brain will wander. As this poem near its end, I must bid you adieu. But I hope you'll read my book or put it on your queue.

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