“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.
Blog
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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…
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the longest thread
we cast off new worlds in every momentthat unravel and solidify in our wake,where paths split and unwind and split again. possibilities fold over upon themselves,a web of being and what will…
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let it happen
let’s pick out a movie from the thousandsbased on no criteria whatsoever.we’ll half watch it,half make out,half pretend we aren’t alreadysaying goodbye. when i look in your eyesi see a young man…
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