the story so far

poetry by daniel hurst

  • 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…

  • Considering a Purchase

    My hand lifts the case of beer, waits: The cans gently clamor, calling – soft melody, sweetwater – My tongue listens, mind enamored By the crisp toll, the promise Of an empty song. Bound to a mast, wreathed In madness, he orders His crew untie him, lost In the music. Sharp teeth await In the…

  • 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…

  • Aubade: Important Record

    This night presses softly against the window, a silence like the slow breath of organs, sleeping in empty churches. The supple kiss of your fingertips plays gently in the dark by memory. What music to be taken into your arms, to rest my head like a needle on your breast, catching a melody like the…

  • Environmentalism

    look at the cat…

  • in another life, when we were cats

    tacky couches, flower prints…