Troy Cochran is a poet, philosopher, and essayist, and founding member of the Colonial Initiative, an endeavor to encourage the development of autonomous, self-organizing colonies through operative working guilds. Born in 1962 in Washington State, he is the second of six siblings, and served as a yeoman in the U.S. Navy, Submarine Service, Pacific Fleet, from 1985 - 1990. He has since worked in the fields of law, education, manufacturing, and carpentry, but also adds many months of homelessness to his resume of experiences, in the pursuit of his vision. Writing since adolescence, he most enjoys poetry, metaphysics and social commentary, particularly on the themes of human potential and direct democracy.
It is the cocktail hour.
for sneaking up the chimney, bounding
I can't eat a mountain of ice cream.
Just give me the cherry on top!
I can't make a living at poetry;
I still like to break the ice
Of puddles where I can.
At the junction down a ways
I'm a bull in a china shop;
I want to brag my Sun
outpouring from my eye
could bring a stubborn bud to blossom.
The solemn silence of my street informs
This lonely miser of his well-deserved
Christmas Eve: white diamonds glittering more
Than I have earned in all my muddy seasons.