Science of Mind (by Ben Nardolilli)

 

Science of Mind
by Ben Nardolilli 

I close my eyes and see
All my regrets are vermilion,
They are not quite burning,
And not quite bleeding either,
My face senses a strange heat,
And I open my eyes to it,
There is snow on the ground
But flames in the trees,
A wolf howls in front of me,
Here everything is beautiful
And nothing is worth saving.


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Ben Nardolilli currently lives in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, One Ghana One Voice, Caper Literary Journal, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, Grey Sparrow Journal, Pear Noir, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, and Yes Poetry. His chapbook Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, has been published by Folded Word Press. He maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish his first novel.

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Dear Mosquitoes (by Ben Nardolilli)

Dear Mosquitoes
by Ben Nardolilli 

The limbs of the fertile city spring out
And blossom and rub,
Fingers keep moving along lovers’ backs
To make pretend explorations,
Though they know every vertebra there,
In other rooms, mouths open to share
Breaths when there is nothing more to say,
I look for a cool abode of bricks
To abide by and find a little night to hold
In the shadow of this bright day,
A relief for me because the night is a fine time
To be an isolate untouched and alone.


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Ben Nardolilli currently lives in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, One Ghana One Voice, Caper Literary Journal, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, Grey Sparrow Journal, Pear Noir, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, and Yes Poetry. His chapbook Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, has been published by Folded Word Press. He maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish his first novel.

Subjects and Inspiration (by Ben Nardolilli)

Subjects and Inspiration
by Ben Nardolilli 

I have written her plenty of sonnets,
Odes, haikus, and when drunk
Have penned prose poem apologies,
These are basic, she expects them.

She delights in being a subject,
Being mentioned, praised,
And raised above everyone else,
But heights do not bind her to me.

I have written tales without her in them,
Stories of decline, decay, and ruin,
Visions of rivers carrying flames,
And scenes of cities turning into ash.

These I have put down and set out
Because I knew at the end of writing
About all these fine collapses
She would be in the next room, waiting.



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Ben Nardolilli currently lives in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, One Ghana One Voice, Caper Literary Journal, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, Grey Sparrow Journal, Pear Noir, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, and Yes Poetry. His chapbook Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, has been published by Folded Word Press. He maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish his first novel.