Free Verse

Free verse poetry uses the features of poetry on a micro level, but not a macro level. Unlike prose poetry, it still consists of lines and stanzas and often includes deliberate use of meter, syllable measurement, and/or rhyme locally, but not globally (as opposed to blank verse, which uses a global meter or pattern of meters, but not necessarily any rhyme).

Poems

  1. 2026-01-20

    Not a blot of silence
    on all the pages
    of all the dictionaries
    in all the worlds.
  2. 2026-01-04

    in anything,
    everything
  3. 2025-12-31

    black trees
    cut white contrails cut blue sky;
    the year ends in tatters
    ends up in many hands
    sewn together again to make something
  4. 2025-11-02

    blue blood
    waving
    red flags
    patched with
    white rags
  5. 2025-10-23

    God blessed our Policeman
    Whose head is as big as his heart,
    And fingers as few as his fears.

    Very closely based on a fragment. I went back and forth on whether to add another couplet and I had some pretty insulting stuff but I felt like less was more in this case.

  6. 2025-10-13

    The distance between
    two		people
    is always shorter than a straight line.

    This started off as a geometry shitpost and then I changed “points” to “people” and suddenly it Acquired Meaning, or interpretability I guess.

  7. 2025-10-11

    Walk the glass maze
    Where every destination
    Sings like a lighthouse, mad and frantic
    But every path is visible
    Only in cracks
    And chips and
    Stains.
  8. 2025-10-02

    dry light
    smoothes out the scrimshaw skyline
    where bones of clouds fell down
    aeons ago
    this morning

    At first I tried to write this as a septolet, but I didn't like how the format affected the phrasing, so I wrote this in a more free form instead. Later I went back and wrote it up in septolet form just to see how it'd work. I still prefer this free-verse version, though.

  9. 2025-09-27

    God's own Fall
    Gives the church
    Food for thought
  10. 2025-09-25
    Interview

    Around we go,
    The scholars' city there between
    Our rails,
    Our interview devoid of meaning,
    Only questions for those who don't want answers,
    Only to capture prismatically
    The crafted timbre of my voice
    For all eternity
    Until God blows the servers out.

    This started as a crooked quad, then broke out at the last second and turned into something else.

  11. 2025-09-25

    Dry rain gathers in waves;
    Trees undress in the red sky.
  12. 2025-09-22

    time
    did not
    forget the stones;
    they forgot
    time
  13. 2025-09-17

    strewn berries
    crushed by feet of people passing by;
    the old ways neither live nor die

    Originally the second and third lines didn't rhyme, but I re-arranged “passing people” into “people passing by”.

  14. 2025-08-01

    the oak outlives the ivy,
    carries its corpse,
    thin fingers
    creeping into every mossy crevice
    forever
  15. 2025-06-06

    Gaining altitude
    Heading for the city of lights
    Hanging from the clouds,
    Windshear rips the wings apart
    And folds an elegant menagerie
    Of green-eyed
    Scrap-hearted
    Creature features
    From the wreckage—
    Flying.
  16. 2025-06-04

    A cloud's not a thing in itself,
    but a place
    where the all-pervading water of life
    consents to be seen.
  17. 2025-06-02

    daisies stretch their necks
    to better see
    the cars an inch away

    Could almost be a Kelly lune but for the two extra syllables.

  18. 2025-06-02

    crowds of wheat
    embrace the sun
    and brown in soft devotion

    This has a vaguely hymn-like quality, I think?

  19. 2025-05-26

    a silvered soft cat
    stiffly grooms himself
    on the empty patio
    
    the flower pots,
    too heavy for my mother's hands,
    are all gone

    Reworked from a septolet written the same day. I also tried to make this one a tanka, but I couldn't quite condense it enough. Maybe some other time.

  20. 2025-05-15

    Gusts
    Come screaming,
    Dip their beaks in rust,
    And catch electric glow-worms
    Burrowed in the rings
    Of burnt-out
    Cars.
  21. 2025-04-09

    There's a town no-one remembers,
    And because no-one remembers,
    No-one can forget.
  22. 2025-04-02

    For stones
    The place is always “here”,
    The time is always “now”,
    It's always a good day to die,
    And, breaking, be reborn.
  23. 2025-04-01

    I want you to ruin me—
    Apocalyptically—
    Plant a new garden in me
    Where only your flowers grow.
  24. 2025-03-25

    Mutter
    Pearls of argument long lost
    Into the wild reeds
    Bandage up my donkey ears
    And go home.
  25. 2025-03-15
    Rails

    You can't
    Join up a country
    By carving up the land.
  26. 2024-11-22

    They're digging great holes in your mind,
    and though I don't know what they're after,
    I hope you take it far away
    to those distant dusty spires
    and come back with hatchet held high.
  27. 2023-09-26
    Stone Words Walk

    There's only two things that survive
    The most powerful energy known to man:
    The Weapons and the Words.
    
    	Old Man, I feel sad.
    	The good life is gone, gone.
    	The world's gone to hell, we all know it,
    	But nobody
    	Knows what to do about it.
    
    The sun stays up all night, but the blackness don't quit.
    What do you do, young scholar,
    When you've fought all the battles that you could
    And got nowhere?
    
    	I'll take the story of everyone
    	Whose most profound fear was being forgotten,
    	The stories of everyone
    	Who saw death's face and knew
    	That dying right is something you need to build for yourself.

    The opening poem from my tiny solo exploration analog game Stone Words Walk, which is nominally about wandering around “monuments” in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. In 2020 or so there was a brief TTRPG trend where you'd dump all the names of things you'd made into “Talk To Transformer”, a web interface for an early GPT model; it'd spit out a bunch of names in the same vein and you'd make something using one of those names. Anyway, I ran it a few times and one of the outputs was a long, rambling series of lines that I re-arranged a bunch in cut-up style to get this free-verse dialogue. I kept it around for years before eventually including it in this game, since the game matched the themes in the text itself and my act of chopping and changing to build meaning.

  28. 2023-01-25
    Black Star Bolt

    DEATH RACE ON
    	DEAD PLANET UNDER
    		FURIOUS STAR SPEWING
    			DARKNESS
    
    
    
    	ORGY
    		OF
    			VEHICULAR
    			VIOLENCE
    
    
    
    WHAT GORGEOUS ALCHEMY
    MAKES FIRE AND LIGHTNING
    OF CRUDE / SAINTS AND HEROES
    						OF KILLERS?
    
    
    
    DON'T
    	ANSWER
    		THAT
    			LET'S
    				DIE
    					NOW!
    
    		TOTAL CATASTROPHONY!

    The opening poem from Black Star Bolt, a sci-horror death race incursion (scenario/adventure) for the eco-horror game Trophy Dark, included in my collection Dark Tidings. It's basically ad spiel/competitor invitation.

  29. 2020-06-06
    The Grand Dating Game

    What's your favourite moon?
    Should countries need the the moon's approval to declare war?
    What's your favourite moon?
    Should the moon be given “human” rights?
    Full moon or crescent moon?
    Is the moon real?
    What's your favourite moon?
    Do you think most people would like to be like the moon?
    Is it morally acceptable to clone the moon?
    Has the moon gone too far?
    What's your favourite holiday moon?
    Gibbous moon or new moon?
    Would the moon want to contact us if they saw the internet?
    Normal moon or supermoon?
    Do moons have a duty to help one another?
    Clear moon or cloud-wreathed moon?
    Do different people see the same moon?
    Should moon healthcare be a human right?
    Howling at the moon or gazing at the moon?
    How important is the moon in your relationships?
    What's your favourite moon crater?
    Could a wood chuck chuck the moon if it wanted to?
    Is the moon political?
    Harvest moon or blue moon?
    What's your favourite form of moonbeam?
    Is it okay to be married to the moon?
    What's your favourite moon?
    Moon or moon?
    What's your favourite moon?
    Is it okay to steal money from the moon?
    Is voting an effective way to change moon phases?
    Eat the moon or live the moon?

    A kinda cheap poem, because I made it by taking questions you might ask in my analog dating game Over the Moon, about two moon-obsessives meeting each other on an old-school dating site. This part of the game's a bunch of questions along the lines of “ketchup or mayo?” and “should apes be given ‘human’ rights?” inspired by stuff I read once in a blog post by OkCupid staff about the weird questions they let people pose on their site. The in-game gimmick is that, depending on the situation, you swap key words and phrases for ”the moon” and other moon-related stuff.

  30. 2020-03-18
    Ticket

    lets me in
    lets me out
    shows me wonder all about
    
    [or]
    
    the laws of entry demean and diminish
    they keep you out
    you break them down

    I wrote this years ago on twitter for Deckjam 2, a jam to make Spindlewheel cards organised by Ben Roswell that was later collected in the Twine game Luminous Knife by Samantha Day. The Spindlewheel deck (originally created by Sasha Reneau) is basically a Tarot-style deck; each card has one name with two prompts of three-to-four short lines of text, with the prompts complementing or contrasting one another. There's a variety of analog games that use it as a more varied and contemporary oracle.

  31. 2019-11-11
    You in Me

    don't worry about me
    we're not so far away
    	just write to me
    	and I'll tell you
    what you know I'd say

    Part of You in Me, a postcard-sized game that can be found in my itch.io catch-all. It's a 2-player analog game about two soldiers who know each other very well (maybe gay lovers?) writing letters to each other in the First World War; you take turns writing, and whoever's not writing basically plays their character but as a voice in the writer's head.