the story so far

poetry by daniel hurst

  • making coffee

    The early dawn brings with it a delight; Though my alarm clock blares with sharp distress I always find a certain happiness as I begin the morning’s groggy rite: First, to brew the precious grounds with light accents of cinnamon; the soft caress of cream comes next, then sugar’s subtle kiss. And as they coalesce,…

  • resting in between

    kettle whistles; hot air flies; the work week ends without applause. cashier waiting, fading smile; wallet sits at home awhile. ketchup stains, blotted mess; naked sigh in burped distress. rising sun, tender wind; your face in laughing grin. quiet moment, silent night to play and read and cook and write. stress and pressure are routine…

  • an old friend

    when you had a brother but not of flesh and blood then you lost them fully in the muck of anger’s mud those years of friendship feel like lessons on your brow sweat collecting on the edge; snow scattered from a bough. there is no future present where we could fully speak the work it’d…

  • goblin

    I am a cheeky goblin I like the shiny things Give me rocks that go “click clock” and roll my numbers clean I have a bag of shiny math with numbers printed fine on sides aplenty (4 to 20) with colorful designs. They’re piled high, but organized: my bag has different sections! the reds or…

  • duck weather

    this rainy, cloudy weather sucks…

  • Hardly Workin’

    I work all day (but sometimes nap) I have a meeting (and then a snack) I listen in (and tune it out) I work real hard (to lounge about) I take with this (a little that) I work a tit (and play a tat) I take each day (the silly same) indulge in life (the…

  • 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…

  • in another life, when we were cats

    tacky couches, flower prints…