Blake AlexanderinThe Pensive PostShe Sits Far But Within SightHe pens her large toe blue,Jun 10, 2018Jun 10, 2018
Blake AlexanderinThe Pensive PostRejoice or WithdrawThe street livers smoke seabreeze outside The Lonely MermaidMay 6, 2017May 6, 2017
Blake AlexanderinThe Pensive PostBlue or Beige or Something ElseI ran until I could not distinguish the sand from the seaApr 23, 2017Apr 23, 2017
Blake AlexanderinThe Pensive PostWe’ve Already Gotten to Where We’re GoingSoon they’ll charge for sunlight. Children will spend their $20 weekly allowance playing kickball in the sun and “we’re not there yet” will…Apr 10, 20171Apr 10, 20171
Blake AlexanderinThe Pensive PostA Heavenly Solution“There’s a moment when God says, ‘Yes, this is right,’” lectures my Calculus professor when teaching Differentiation via Limits. So I raise…Mar 26, 2017Mar 26, 2017
Blake AlexanderinThe Pensive PostBeach EcologyTruth is swans dancing on boulders by the shore.Mar 17, 2017Mar 17, 2017
Blake AlexanderinThe Pensive PostWait Until It’s OverSome poets must want to bend English the same way that Robert Frost’s poem bends birches. But it doesn’t matter if English can or cannot…Feb 27, 20172Feb 27, 20172
Blake AlexanderinThe Pensive PostPray to Make a Noiseless SoundA poet who states his professionFeb 16, 2017Feb 16, 2017
Blake AlexanderinThe Pensive PostBook One Chapter Four Section Three Page Fifty-EightWhat if you are just a page in a book?Feb 1, 2017Feb 1, 2017
Blake AlexanderinThe Pensive PostThe Day Democracy Failed“I don’t know how your soul survived,”Jan 16, 2017Jan 16, 2017