Isaiah

A devious kitty – An Ode to Macavity

by Marc Auf der Heyde

I know a kitty, so cute and full of life,
I know a kitty with nails sharper than a knife,
This kitty has two eyes, that gleam gold and glitter in t […]

A breath of fresh air

by Marc Auf der Heyde

I’ve started seeing how things are now, in a new haze, a new light,

It took me a minute, maybe two, it was a hard time, but now I feel it, something isn’t righ […]

Paint dripped and dropped, splashing to the floors,

A woman cried alone in the street, as they came all at once,

Breaking down the poet’s doors.

The sun refused to rise that day, as it looked on down w […]

Envy. A green eyed, gripping, relentlessly present emotion, that I cannot learn to control.
In years, I know I will laugh – how silly to become so entrapped in someone so previously irrelevant to my […]

I don’t fall for that typical love that attracts bloodshot eyes.
Encapsulated in a pulsing red is a desire that repels me.
For with every beat of a heart, there is one in sync with mine.
Somewhere.
And in w […]

Outside the splotched windows only a few people passed by. Orange streams of sunlight cast a glow on the brick buildings just across the narrow street from the café. I waited behind the counter, sleep still […]

People say I’m funny,
But the punchline’s always wrong.
People say I’m slender,
But the bulge is always strong.
People call me brainy,
But my tests say always ‘C’.
People call me gorgeous,
But I never seem […]

Dear United States of America,

I have a few questions for you. I don’t know how you’ll respond. After all, you tend to have varying opinions. It’s quite difficult to understand exactly who you are. Exact […]

Straight lines do not make straight thoughts.

And so to bend the rules is fitting.

Clear sounds formulate dissonant ideas.

And so to stretch the note is soothing.

Monotone settings do not make simple […]

The lullaby in clawed vinyl echoes off molding walls.

I cannot rock the poor baby to sleep – no matter how much I caress its soft skin and hum to the broken tune.

The splintered mobile dangles lifelessly […]

And he could tell that agitation
was fine-printed in her eyes.
Like a tattoo under-the-feet,
Movement in her gesture.
She was like a busker in a train
giving you the la-da-di-dap–
for a second-
a stop or […]

I’m the last page
of a book you didn’t read,
Shivery hands
of a strong woman,
Ivory in the look
of a blind man,
I’m the wood in the forest,
the stone on a coast,
I’m everything you could
but you don’t […]

She told me. Long sentences. 

They all felt cold, likes blades against my skin,

My mind has changed she says, blinking twice in confirmation,

I stare in sin,

I loved and love, and will love o […]