Invented Senses: Book of Poems

Writing poems at the end of the night. I’ve been doing this for almost five years. Not every night. About half of the nights. It’s become a healthy creative ritual. It complemented the sleep-deprived days and nights of being a new parent. It complemented the chaotic reign of Trump. It complemented the upheaval of the pandemic. Making some sense of an absurd world.

Invented Senses is a collection of poems written between August 2020 and November 2021. This collection is about survival, psychology, healing, the passage of time, absurdity, wordplay, and love. The pandemic kept most of us inside and heightened our sense of uncertainty. This collection is a document of that strange time.

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Here’s the opening poem

Saturday Night

Saturday night
This July at home
All days and months
At home

March is the third
July is the seventh
A few sips of gin
With a silly movie
To bed 11:30
She wanders in 2:15
I lay down next to her
She drops back, I crawl out
Minimal sounds
Mind now awake
Drifts to the table
Covered in the driveway
A table for tennis

Waiting for partners
Holding moments of respite

From these contained weeks
Now stomach awakens
Thinking of breakfast
I leave bed again
This time for cereal

Eight tiny boxes brilliant colors
Impulse too strong, grocery splurge
Loops of dazzling colors
In creamy milk

Time never did exist
Did it?

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Be Safe and Take Care,

Jonah