From The Life Of M. Chase Whittemore

I deny the reflection of your face

Published on 2006-04-18 17:26:00

Photo: Tree and River****************I deny the reflection of your faceI deny the reflection of your face,For in your body I feel out of place.I am not the man, yet the spirit within,Waiting to escape this painful shell.I beat your heart, oh body of flesh.I force your blue eyes cry.We are two different entities,Unquestionably forced to one.Till that day, when you die,You fall to the ground, I’m

William Carlos Williams - The Red Wheelbarrow

Published on 2006-04-01 01:50:00

I am jumping a friend from school.***************************William Carlos Williams - The Red Wheelbarrow so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.******************Great poem! 

The Hard Thing Is...

Published on 2006-03-23 15:56:00

the hard thing isnot killing is it easy to?kill, it isbut harder to holdthe hand at neck leveltalk that hand downinto pocketand rememberi stillamapart of this race 

Pour America: Democracies Wheat

Published on 2006-03-16 00:36:00

Thinking about takeing a bunch of poems and putting them into an ebook.Also would love to see a poetry carnavel start up out of BLOGMADThoughts to think onPour America: Democracies WheatBlue FlourWhen sprouting vivid in hueBut noir it soon beWhen blood driesAnd if it asksPoor redemptionBlue it beBut if silent, stayBlurredGrain it might seemBut damned blue poisonIt be*******Please Comment(Note: I

Far in car dead in boat

Published on 2006-03-10 15:40:00

Photo taken in New York City (Spring of 05)**********Far in car dead in boatThough window pane I seeRivers flowing freeAntelopes and grizzle bearsLioness and hopping heirsAll migrate where the water holdsIf out of car,I pull the boatAnd launch upon the water’s holdIf floating, driftingWatching, fishingDo alligators graze my toes?I’d hoping, praying“Not never sinking”While back to shore I’d

The Colored Tree

Published on 2006-03-07 23:45:00

Photo taken by Nic Bragg******************The Colored Tree“Marc was gliding up the path; his eyes were full of joy. He’d been back to that darn tree again. His hands were in his pockets and he had a smug look on his face. He looked cool.As he walked up the steps, and onto the porch, his face started to lose its joyful color. His hands rose out of his pockets and into each other. His eyes shut; he

Alone At Sea

Published on 2006-03-04 09:52:00

Picture: taken in 2005Story: written in 2004********************************Alone at SeaI'm alone on this boat, passing through the sea. Standing here in the dark of night, riding with the falling waves, praying that soon this fog will fade. But it has not, it will not. Forever it will grow. I flick on my starboard light, and peer into the deadly white. “Will you ever leave me be.” I scream to

Over Thinking Thinking

Published on 2006-02-26 22:57:00

I wrote this essay 3 years ago, as a peice for my creative writing class. Thought it was worth bringing up again. Please comment. (Photo from David [brother])***Over Thinking ThinkingI have figured out the meaning of life. I have, for the last eighty years, been thinking about the whys of the universe. The whys like, “Why am I here?” or where ever I was at the time. Or I would ponder the meaning

Unity Begets Pain, Pain Begets Unity

Published on 2006-02-21 14:00:00

Unity Begets Pain, Pain Begets UnityAll is onePain breaks The One into manyWisdom turns pain to…GlueThe Many rebirths into The OneBut…What of God?What of Drama?What of Joy?…of Love?…of Grace?Are these all euphemisms for pain?I can’t believe that!-MCW-provoked by "I [heart] Huckabees" 

Why do People Stop and Stare in Awe?

Published on 2006-02-11 22:03:00

Why do people stop and stare in awe? I feel a tug on my soul as I walk over this bridge. Cold air pushes frozen mist into the tiny crevices of my noise. I wipe the drip of the ice melting from the tip of my frozen nostril. What is it about flowing water that gives my mind a stimulus to ponder? Is it the froth that rests at the edge of an ocean’s retreating waves, the froth of water crashing