Menu
Subscribe
Search
Poem of the Month
Iconoclast

By Benjamin Hertwig

Published on April 30, 2018

the war is over
and we are still

…………here.

if the good
angel had told
Faustus to go fuck
himself,
the metaphysical
baggage of war
and peace,
heaven and hell
would have
spilled out on the
dark floor of
the study like
a bowl of
peanut shells.
but the angel spoke
of love and the
pitchforked devils
dragged him
down. the war
is over and we
are stil

…………here.

More Poetry

Shape

February 2016
My ex keeps asking do I want the cat back,
but my place is a wall short
and where pray tell to put the litter box?

Press

January 2014
Indeed you miss the point, my friend. It does stand stubbornly guarding mile after mile of soft and useless dust and wind out of the north with a low whine and the lying mouth of the news— the bitch!—the words and weather both are cutting.

Spacetime

May 2017
We Twitter, Tinder, Tumblr through eternity. Loquacious text messages flit from fingertips, waves of data ...