the story so far

poetry by daniel hurst

  • the things I could have seen

    I’ve walked along the treaded trail swam the swimmed sea drove atop the driven road and seen what was to see. I’ve left behind the other path and took the wider one – I choice I made in wisdom? or A choice I should have shunned? The man I am in wholeness asks, the one…

  • this shirt I wear

    this shirt I wear: a funny thing. A lewd rendition of an eggplant squarely sits among the mock elation of a candidate (a comedian whose cheeky show proved just as raunchy as the shirt suggests). the memory, now two years old, is this: a friend, who’s distant company I miss, seated side by side, and…