Biography of Christopher Withers
I guess I try to explore things which are not easily graspable with words.
I try to write pieces which evoke 'something'. I try to write pieces that I myself would like to read. Ultimately, I try to write away from the well worn path that poetry usually treads.
My writing is first draft, and I hope I am improving.
Some day, I might write the piece which truely defines that 'something' I feel.
- dawns decay
- never saved
- frozen moments and you
- bound, the flesh
- Love entangles semantics
- forever morning hue
- moments of dawn
- Intentions and Preconceptions
- hidden people
- questions on death
- the shimmering sun's eternal wake
- together we crumble, stumble, and fall
needing the bathroom late at night, silently,
i feel my way through the darkness,
slowly across the bedroom floor.
being careful not to trip or bang, i’m
suddenly reminded of a childhood game, one
in which i’d attempt to silently descend
what were surely the creakiest stairs in the world
(in my childhood memory at least)
without my parents waking