he attended

to the trumpet

and the stand up bass

with focus

like a lonely needle

gently tracing fingerprints

across the surface of Saturn’s rings

and inhaled the alien transmissions

of the guitar

as deeply

as retrograde grooves

in the blackness spinning

so when some loudmouth technophile texts the world…



Jan 10, 2021

how can you be so

close to the Tao and not pay

attention to love

how can you be just

inches from Brahmin but not

look up at the dawn

how can you plaster

billboards with Christ but not think

to put down your guns

sometimes I just get




With the first real snowfall here in Upstate New York and the likelihood that a lot of traditional once-taken-for-granted holiday and winter activities will be skipped or limited this year, I decided to dust off this poem about perspective:

As the light descends,

a lumination seemingly independent of any celestial…



Nicholas Petrone

Nicholas Petrone

Born Again Transcendentalist. Writing about life, death and everything in between. Editor of Other Doors. haroldpstinard@gmail.com