InThe Pensive PostbyBlake Alexander·Jun 10, 2018She Sits Far But Within SightHe pens her large toe blue,
InThe Pensive PostbyBlake Alexander·May 6, 2017Rejoice or WithdrawThe street livers smoke seabreeze outside The Lonely Mermaid
InThe Pensive PostbyBlake Alexander·Apr 23, 2017Blue or Beige or Something ElseI ran until I could not distinguish the sand from the sea
InThe Pensive PostbyBlake Alexander·Apr 10, 2017We’ve Already Gotten to Where We’re GoingSoon they’ll charge for sunlight. Children will spend their $20 weekly allowance playing kickball in the sun and “we’re not there yet” will…A response icon1A response icon1
InThe Pensive PostbyBlake Alexander·Mar 26, 2017A Heavenly Solution“There’s a moment when God says, ‘Yes, this is right,’” lectures my Calculus professor when teaching Differentiation via Limits. So I raise…
InThe Pensive PostbyBlake Alexander·Mar 17, 2017Beach EcologyTruth is swans dancing on boulders by the shore.
InThe Pensive PostbyBlake Alexander·Feb 27, 2017Wait Until It’s OverSome poets must want to bend English the same way that Robert Frost’s poem bends birches. But it doesn’t matter if English can or cannot…A response icon2A response icon2
InThe Pensive PostbyBlake Alexander·Feb 16, 2017Pray to Make a Noiseless SoundA poet who states his profession
InThe Pensive PostbyBlake Alexander·Feb 1, 2017Book One Chapter Four Section Three Page Fifty-EightWhat if you are just a page in a book?
InThe Pensive PostbyBlake Alexander·Jan 16, 2017The Day Democracy Failed“I don’t know how your soul survived,”
