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Category: Poetry

New Chapbook: The Sun On My Palm

The Sun On My Palm is a collection of poetry (and one flash fiction piece for fun), representing Kyle Richtig's continued mission to describe the world around him.

Balance Act

I’m balancing on a wire suspended between two bridges. Far below, the canopy of ocean with its welcoming embrace waits, choked with plastic and wasted expectations.

Download ‘Empathetic Viscera’ Free

Empathetic Viscera is a snapshot of the modern Canadian experience. Richtig sees this period of Canadian history as the search for ourselves. The modern Canada is in the process of incorporating traditions and peoples from around the world (DNA Speaks, Sameness Is A Myth), understanding and appreciating our environment (Boreal Forest, The St. Mary's), and the disconnection from colonial Eurocentric ideology (The Search For God, The Chordates, Chemical Taste).

Drum

It’s true the steady rhythm of the beating drum counting heartbeats and voices in the night. That song of Utopia slips away in the fog a vision fleeted obscured by […]

Long Buried 

New year spins again. Forgotten webs of promises dust the corners and the high places making old a vision of once all the promise replaced by silence in a lonely […]

Invitation

Hear ye, hear ye! All who live in blindness In blissful canoes that float On surfaces of suffering Listen and open up All who embrace slavery As a matter of […]

Soon to Fly

He The distant spring And I The thirsty traveller Lips dried From too much talking A mirage?

Pacified

Pacified with a bit of honey The eminent compatability of youth Invisible advantages bestowed In swarms of privilege like bees The sweet tooth of a new prophecy Promising more of […]

Devils and Angels

I’m taken to the absense of honour Taking with me the shrouded truth The sweltering of tongues spoken In forums of devils and angels Waging war with number 2 pencils […]

Jade Buddha by Kyle Richtig

Connor

I think I’d like to sleep with a mathematician He sweaty from hours of hard labour I would not tell him my name, Simply whisper theorems in his ear

Variance

I’m caressed inside the womb of ignorance. Still-born to the flash of media parades, I sleepwalk through mazes of slightly varying products.

Wampum

We are making the wampum, my son Like our grandfathers did History woven through connection Of minds and fabrics And fabrics of minds The world of the people In an […]

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