word wednesday | poetry poem writing | todd regoulinsky

When looking for a poem to publish, but tendency is to look backwards to last year or even a couple years ago. I’m not sure if it’s because the new ones are too fresh or if age makes the other ones seems that much better.

This week, I’m forcing myself to stay current instead of heading down to the wine cellar for something of a different vintage. Today’s poem was written less than two weeks ago and has only had a cursory editing pass so far.


victim of my success,
victor of my failures:

suffering about, panicked,
twisted into straight lines
marking out borders
not honored by international courts.

thoughts crease my shirt
& wrinkles iron my brain clean,
waiting for a simple hymn

of peace,
of love,

of something other
than whatever
this is.