Monthly Archives: September 2014



The rains come

And never really clean

The parking lots and streets

And driveways

Just carry things away

To unseen places

Far away, insensate pools

Oil residue

Creates a kaleidoscopic slick

Upon the water’s surface

As even more spills forth

Churning indefatigably from the culvert’s maw.

© Erik Hansen 2014


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The Burning

Your sonnet burned itself

Into our minds

A brand held lightly

Yet firmly pressed

Screaming its smoky life

Released into the world

To bring ruin upon us all

Cities lie in ashes

In the whispered echoes

Of your love.


© Erik Hansen 2014

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