Am I Angry?

Inspired by Rachel “Quirky” Schenk

Living at the intersection
Of Delight and Delirium,
Immersed in disposable
Consumable media
Filled with bizarre images
Of singing cats shedding their skin
And Steven Moffat’s fever dreams
Of Dracula,
Trying to drown out
The intense sorrow
And existential dread
Of a world draped in darkness.

I crave the release
Of the Mighty Marvel
Morphine Drip™
To numb my mind
And help me
Momentarily forget
That a continent is burning
And seas will soon be boiling
Away to nothing
As oligarchs fiddle
With themselves,
Counting their money
While Gaia flatlines
On the table
(Her insurance wouldn’t
Cover the cure)

I need that Disney brand dopamine
To distract from the darkness
Threatening to drag us down
To the crossroads of
Despair and Death:
Children in cages
And coffins,
Kingdoms split apart.
Glaciers melting,
Forests burning.
People dying
On minimum wage.

Identity, humanity; agency: Denied!

Bigoted, racist,
antisemitic, Islamophobic,
Transphobic, homophobic,
Xenophobic domestic terrorists
Bathed in ignorance and self-righteousness,
Strings pulled by plutocrats
And war criminals
Profiteering off the proletariat’s
Blood, sweat, and tears,
Knowing that the divided
Can never band together
And guillotine the rich.

            But aren’t you angry?
            Why waste your time?

Am I angry?

Don’t mistake immersion
In immaterial flickering lights
For apathy
When it’s a bid
To save my sanity!

In this capitalistic dumpster fire
I need brightly colored flashes
Of insanity and stupidity
To keep me from madness!

Am I angry?
Here’s my secret:
I’m always angry.


This poem was inspired by several comments made by Rachel “Quirky” Schenk on Episode 68 of The Infinity Podcast (a podcast about Marvel movies).


Strings on Me – Free Verse Revolution

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My latest poem, Strings on Me, is now available on Free Verse Revolution:

Strings on Me


Old Ragged Suit

The threads are loose
And unravelling,
The seams have split,
Barely holding on.

The belt no longer
Holds up the trousers,
Even on the tightest notch.

Failure is inevitable,
The fraying will never stop.
No seamstress
Can repair the damage,
The whole suit is lost.


Darkness and Fog

The darkness never breaks,
The shadow never lifts.
Thoughts flutter in fog
Unable to escape.

The weight of all the anxiety,
Unfounded and real,
Press down like a cinder block,
No way for the pressure
To release.

A conspiracy of ravens
And a murder of crows
Flock in the trees
Beyond the yard.
Who are they here for?

Drowning in numbness,
Inside a dull throbbing pain.
Trying to remember why
I keep trying
To rekindle the flame.


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John Leys: The Indie-Go Interview

Very happy to have been included as part of the Indie-Go Interviews, hosted by Laura Mae.

Laura Mae

November 1st, 2019


I asked John where he would like to interview:

The library is old. Very old. So old, in fact, that nobody seems sure of when it was built. Oddly neither of us are sure how ling we’ve been here or how we got here, though we seem to have been here for a while. We’re sitting opposed each other in two well cushioned high-backed chairs that are positioned in front of a great oak fireplace. And there is a small table between us on which there is a steaming fresh pot of tea along with two empty mugs. The mahogany walls are covered by floor to vaulted ceiling bookcases that seem to stretch out to the horizon, which is, of course, impossible. The room is dimly lit, though there is enough light to comfortably read the pages of the book, Paradise Lost, that I find resting in…

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Avalanches in Poetry, a Leonard Cohen Tribute


I am very happy to have my new poem, It’s Getting Darker, included in Avalanches in Poetry, which is a tribute to Leonard Cohen edited by David L. O’Nan.

This bookzine is a book dedicated to the Inspiration of Leonard Cohen has left on many lives. Poetry, Quotes, Artwork photos, stories. It has been 3 years since his passing, and it is still hard to come to full grip with this. Contributors include Geoffrey Wren, Paul Robert Mullen, Attracta Fahy, John Everex, Lennon Stravato, Joan Hawkins, Christina Strigas, ps Pirro, Sarah Marquez, Xerado, Norb Aikin, Ediney-Santana, Neel Trivedi, Amanda McLeod, Robert Frede Kenter, Jack Bowman, Ryan De Leon from Sons & Daughters Journal, Ellen Kirkman, Greg Santos, Kari Ann Flickinger, John W Leys, Pavlina Marie, Amy Barnes, Michael Igoe, Kushal Poddar, Gerald Jatzek, David Mellor, Ankh Spice, David Grant Lee, Shauna McGuiness, Peter Hague, Samantha Merz, Tim Heerdink, Madison McSweeney, Kimberly Cunningham, Barney Ashton Bullock, David L O’Nan, Hillesha O’Nan

Avalanches of Poetry is currently available on in Kindle and paperback!

Reviews of The Darkness of His Dreams

I just wanted to share some of the great reviews I’ve been receiving for my first poetry collection, The Darkness of His Dreams, which is available on Amazon.


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All the Beginnings of Everything [Review]


All the Beginnings of Everything is a poetic triumph for Kindra M. Austin. As in her previous collections, the loss of Austin’s mother and the resulting grief is a shadow that still hangs over much of the poetry in this collection, though here Austin pushes beyond that specific grief and focusses her poetic lens on her entire life and history. Austin opens up her veins and lets her life, her pain, her anger, and her history bleed onto the page. In the tradition of confessional poets such as Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, Austin lays everything bare in a sometimes uncomfortably personal way. But the best poetry makes you a little uncomfortable as it makes you question yourself and the world around you. And while she is baring her soul, Austin is always in control and always strong as she guides you through her psyche. Like Van Gogh she turns trauma, grief, and pain into a beautiful work of art that points the way to the light we all strive for.

All the Beginnings of Everything is a well-crafted poetic cycle that will leave you wanting more and I cannot recommend it enough.

Branches – a Haiku

Water feeds deep roots
Branches reach up to the sky
Reflected in waves.


My response to Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 145 #PhotoPrompt

Flight – a Tanka

Floating free in fog
Enthralled by eternity
Unfocused; unbound
Enlightened and unattached
Fluttering, falling; failing


My response to Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 144 #SynonymsOnly



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