Hoosier Poet

Thursday, October 22, 2026

Through

By sheer will alone

Maybe some spite and caffeine,

Either way: Onward!

Alchemist

With each line I jot,
I strive to transform these words,
their lead into gold.

Kilter

The day was wonky
from the moment I woke up,
everything was...off...

Rising

The pendulum swings
and the sun begins to rise.
Let the hammer fall.

The West Must Act

What is done to France
they will try on all of us.
We MUST cut them down.

New

A large blurry spot
Outlined in shimmering light
Right out of nowhere...

Iron

A sliver. A shard.
Any amount fends them off
Remain vigilant!