Author Archives: QuietMonolith

About QuietMonolith

I was just a mild mannered young man living in Portland, OR, until one day....POOF! I turned into a crazy, nefarious, thieving, drug-crazed lunatic. I had lots of therapy and spent many months in hospitals and treatment facilities. Eventually, at the end of my rope, I decided to change everything. With the support of my family and friends, I have embarked on a quest to achieve optimum wellness. I am making radical changes in every part of my life, and in the way I approach the world in which I live. Follow my blog, The Wellness Quest, to experience what happens when a desperate addict takes hold of his destiny and devotes all his time and energy toward making a full recovery. I am also a writer and poet. Follow my blog, What We Left Behind in Crowded Rooms, to take a look at some of my recent poems.

Hindenburg Syndrome

I   Open window light while you circumscribe my unused habits like thin shadows in diffuse patterns past the dark cherry shelves. Undulating, un-modulated speech like the window light and you – gently curving space in the fabric of this … Continue reading

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Water and Stone

~One~   Step out upon the bank of a river. Set out, begin – the first day a radiant downpour InundatingEden The morning, an empress – the light slides in Over blanket hilltops The morning blue soaks your eyelids Showers … Continue reading

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captured, like the sea inside your glass, like the fractal nerves             dividing up and down your spine   your smile, replacement blood – it stands                                     in for the colors and the voices and the vestments not the touch … Continue reading

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Little lights left on the blackest nest of all that is reborn – the sea is stillness your hair is a rocket tremble, my feet – we are not safe in this valley where all that ever wants to Be … Continue reading

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we wake distributed       around behind the orchard where I harvested the fires, and slung them,             peppered ash, over the dying moon admonitions (and a sound       of rushing blue) where we had targeted       aluminum that bonds             skin to gardens full of … Continue reading

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Elemental – Excerpt from NEW “Call and Response” Series

weightless, you move like charcoal single exhalations turning lead             to golden skin,       you glow the storm clouds down the clean-picked bones of cattle slope directly       age by age: stone night revolves the ghosts we carry                   into frameless mist how the … Continue reading

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I’m sure that those of you who read my blog regularly have noticed my recent “absence”. I’ve posted many fewer poems lately than the last few months. However, I want you all to get excited. I haven’t posted many of … Continue reading

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