“In so far as poetry, or any other of the arts, can be said to have an ulterior purpose, it is, by telling the truth, to disenchant and disintoxicate.” — W.H. Auden
i’m Risho and i’ve been writing poems and essays for over twenty years. i travelled the american south and west as a blues musician, i’m a father and husband, and a terrible dancer. recently i’m a motorcycle rider & tinkerer.
i’ve got a lot of poems and scribblings to post that i’m pulling from old hard drives and notebooks, so this is going to take some time. every once in a while, i’ll post something new if i think it’s good enough.
you can email me at risho@electricpsalm.com or dm me on bluesky @shmortalcoil.bsky.social.
see ya.
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you’ll recognize me
you’ll recognize mebecause i’ll bethe fattest person in the room. my fatness isa secret we keep between usbut the first bullet in the gun in any fight this hanging apron and double…
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a scene on the road
i crept out,bleary-eyed and my body slightly hummingwith a beautiful booze-induced hangover,from beneath the rubble of the night just passedand into a chairin a loungein a tribal casinonestled deep in the arid…
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mother
the spiderlings mother is its first mealand so we burn her blood to movetear out her hair to shelter our nakednesscarve channels in her skinand harvest her sweat to feedbodiless cheery demonsproducing…
nothing is for sale here
so don’t ask.
