Testing the Waters

After my latest reading at the New Hope Arts in New Hope, Pa. on May 31, 2014, I decided that it was time to start a blog so that I could get my thoughts out, keep my skills sharp, and share my work with anyone who cares. Below is one of the poems that I read at the event. It is also one of the poems that will be in my new chapbook entitled "Moving to Dystopia."
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Lonesome Is The Crow’s Nest

To think

Of a life

Where the ship never sails

Without you.

They remain at the dock

Patient

And yell your name

From the crow’s nest.

But we may have to swim this time.

Art.

All around you

They crave something beautiful

But formed

Reducing you to an onion

Shredding layers

Like peeling off the summer dress

Of an august princess.

Those who can’t take art for what it is

Want master’s of prose and poetry

By college degree alone.

Not by successful practioners of life.

Screeners of past voices.

Not Screams of perfected madness.

The writing of the dead revisited.

Not the teaching of life revitalized.

This is why

When the waves begin to calm

And the tempest changes direction

We paddle

Against the current

Until the waters begin to boil

And the sea is bone and dust.

Think.

Believe.

In a life

Where the ship

Never sails without you.

Listen!

I can hear them calling your name
for once.

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Thanks for reading.

 Cheers,

~Torres