Epipsychologist : Writing

Paint, Wet and Dry

Paint, Wet and Dry

A Poem by Epipsychologist


For an artist, watching paint dry Is painful in a different way. As stars fade at the draw of day, Fluid figures solidify. And faces painted wet as ey..
My only haiku

My only haiku

A Poem by Epipsychologist


A man asks for change. "Boar's Head" or homeless people. Compromise elsewhere.
Maple Lives

Maple Lives

A Poem by Epipsychologist


Not about Canada
Heavenly Bodies

Heavenly Bodies

A Poem by Epipsychologist


But each passing night-hour The earth was scanned by heavenly light, Like an optometrist Seeing deeply, darkly into our eyes Behind a painful ligh..
A Real Poem

A Real Poem

A Poem by Epipsychologist


I hope no one is offended by this. It is not meant to be incendiary. It is just my attempt to express what it feels like when something I've written g..
Hipster Barista

Hipster Barista

A Poem by Epipsychologist


When I say, "my pleasure" and mean it. Also, that latte was actually made by me (he gloated, shamelessly).
Forts and Frost

Forts and Frost

A Poem by Epipsychologist


Childhood fun and games and rules and pain.
Refrigerator Art

Refrigerator Art

A Poem by Epipsychologist


Please provide constructive criticism! I need help revising some things. Not for school (I'm not a cheater) but for my life.
The War on Languor

The War on Languor

A Poem by Epipsychologist


The worst kinds of weapons are never discovered.
The Conspirators

The Conspirators

A Poem by Epipsychologist


Love and War

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