Monday, February 11, 2019

Three Poems By Andrew Rihn

Andrew Rihn is a writer of essays, poems, and scholarly articles. He is the author of several chapbooks, including America Plops and Fizzes (sunnyoutside press) and The Rust Belt MRI (Pudding House). Along with his wife, the writer Donora A. Rihn, he co-authored the chapbooks The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: An Election Cycle (Moria Books/ Locofo Chaps) and The Day of Small Things (Really Serious Literature). Together, they live in Portage Lakes, OH with their two rescue dogs.

morning song insurgent

we held
each other
like empty hands

we cradled
the open palms
of words

apocalypse blooming
like a fist 
with blood


not fitting
inside my own

between face
and mask.

between pain
and killer.

Burn the old leaves.
This is the way we build.

Today, The End of the World

Apocalypse: from the Greek,
to uncover, to reveal.

As you fly between this bad city
and the heat of my dry heart,
reveal the silence in our veins,
their brutal awakening.

According to my theory: I am here,  
almost apparition, a poem

with lines and phrases built
from anonymous statue,

threatening disdainful and
malicious prayer, threatening
to bring us to ruin.

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