• Stanza MDCCCLXXVI I sometimes feel as if I’m invisible, as if no one can see me at all. I never felt that way when I lived at the Lake House.  You want to know why I came back so fast? I got to the end of our lane. I couldn’t remember where the old town road was. […] theepicpoet 0 Comments November 28, 2012
  • Stanza MMMMDLXVII It’s been raining like this for three days now. Let’s just draw straws and get it over with. Come on. We’re going to have to work on our communication. Nobody knows everything. theepicpoet 0 Comments November 12, 2012
  • Stanza III My conclusion was that this idea was not a practical deterrent for reasons which at this moment must be all too obvious. We are the masters of our enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. I know I’ve made some very poor decisions recently, […] theepicpoet 0 Comments September 20, 2012
  • Stanza DCCXLVII Our problem is take the bank or split right now, do not go home, do not pack, nothing. 30 secs flat from now we are gone on our separate ways, that’s it. Let’s go make the Captain look like a hero. Isn’t this religious, ah yes. The eternal battle between good and evil, saint and […] theepicpoet 0 Comments June 13, 2012
  • Stanza LIVCCCXXI Only the ghosts in this house are glad we’re here. The storm is getting closer. The soil in a man’s heart is stonier. Okay don’t tell anyone, but there are these buildings all over the country where secret knowledge is kept. I don’t think we were that powerful Julie, you’re giving us way too much […] theepicpoet 0 Comments May 3, 2012
  • Stanza CCCXLVII Well, angelfish, the solution to your problem is simple. Leave no shell unturned, no coral unexplored, and let no one in this kingdom sleep until she’s safe at home. Just inform me the minute the Fates arrive. You can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up. Try to act like a gentleman. You’ve heard […] theepicpoet 0 Comments April 19, 2012
  • Stanza MMMMMCDLXXXVIII The next time you leave, I’ll expect you to say goodbye. A desire to learn. That’s something you never had. Greendale is a bodaciously small town, Lane. I think all you need is a small taste of success, and you will find it suits you. A toast. To Dom Perignon and the World Cup. theepicpoet 0 Comments March 5, 2012
  • Stanza MM I promised a friend I would say hello to you today. With endless love, we left you sleeping. Now we’re sleeping with you. Don’t wake up. Are you trying to kill me? No, sweetheart. I’m making you not care. Okay? I am the Nightrider. I’m a fuel injected suicide machine. I am the rocker, I […] theepicpoet 0 Comments December 13, 2011
  • Kenyon Review Young Writer’s Contest Now Open for Business Young Literarians, the official Kenyon Review poetry contest for high school students is now officially accepting submissions. Starting today, November 1st, until November 30th, any high school sophomore or junior can enter the Kenyon Review poetry contest. Some words of advice: don’t write your poems like the Epic Poet, whose goal is to write the […] Literary Man 0 Comments November 1, 2011
  • Stanza LXXV I knew you had guts but I never figured you for brains. It takes a pretty smart man to know when to back away. It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds. When confronted by superior numbers, an experienced gunfighter will always fire on the best shot first. There are two kinds of people in the […] theepicpoet 0 Comments August 10, 2011