John Sweet
John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the continuous search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth.
About John Sweet
John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the continuous search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth. He has a blog. He posts work on Instagram. That's about as far into the 21st century as he's willing to go. His latest poetry collections include A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019 Scars Publications) and A DEAD MAN, EITHER WAY (2020 Kung Fu Treachery Press).
Books by John Sweet
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broken obelisk — poem unrhymed
"...waiting for answers that never came..."
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eating the bones of the poem — poem unrhymed
"...when you and i were together..."
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a gift for the diamond eaters — poem unrhymed
"...waiting for a message from the queen of open wounds..."
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poem drunk on blood — poem unrhymed
"...when the trigger is pulled..."
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invocation — poem unrhymed
"...a season of dogs in the year of starvation..."
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a merciful fist, an abundance of despair — poem unrhymed
"...leave them to laugh at the desert's edge..."
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before we found each other, before we were lost — poem unrhymed
"...the same mistakes again and again..."
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against entropy — poem unrhymed
"...why not write poems while locked in a cage?.."
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a stone in a cloud, silence in hell — poem unrhymed
"fall asleep with the house on fire..."
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gabriel st. — poem unrhymed
"...always just enough in the bag to get you through the week..."
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dorothea, painting a mirror — poem unrhymed
John Sweet, b 1968, still numbered among the living. A believer in writing as catharsis.
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the days too short and neverending — poem unrhymed
"...you either have it or you die..."
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one of us forsaken — poem unrhymed
"...who am i in this story?..."
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the uncertain assassin — poem unrhymed
"...heavy water of failure, one grey drop at a time..."
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the words — poem unrhymed
"...do you believe this?..."
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out of our minds and out of our league — poem unrhymed
"...keeps waking up in a strange room..."
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where we stand, or where we kneel — poem unrhymed
"...do you really need reasons for your actions..."
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we can crucify tomorrow — poem unrhymed
"...clinging tight to our prejudices and petty hatreds..."
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one from the dark ages, late summer — poem unrhymed
"...he says he's got a trailer out on cemetery road..."
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together we are — poem unrhymed
"...and no one here in love..."
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[because we all know whose fault it was] — poem unrhymed
"...this is one version of the future..."
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no fear, only the absence of joy — poem unrhymed
"...think about the ocean as it begins to rain..."
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the facts — poem unrhymed
"...and we were all of us drunk..."
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says <span class="text-italic">let me know how it feels</span> — poem unrhymed
"...what everything boils down to in the end..."
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fanfare for starving dogs — poem unrhymed
"...i will always be the opposite of my father..."
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"...and always the sound of trains in the distance..."
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that first summer after my father died — poem unrhymed
"...i didn’t have much to my name..."
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a tracing — poem unrhymed
"...stores all bleeding neon..."
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[just keep saying <i>no</i> to me] — poem unrhymed
"...what’s left is the present..."
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[if on the run is where you’re from] — poem unrhymed
"...these better days we were taught about..."
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"in between seasons beneath this luminous pewter sky..."
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last week of my father’s life: an interpretation — poem unrhymed
"...how will you pick the best one?..."