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Indefinite Hiatus

Well, this has been in the back of my mind for some time and the introduction of the obnoxious Block Editor on WordPress has been the final deciding factor for the blog.

As of today, I will be taking an indefinite hiatus from blogging.

I have pondered taking this action in the past, but continued on despite my misgivings. There is a silver lining in that I will be able to submit the poetry I write to actual publications, which I was often unable to do after posting them on my blog due to many of the publications’ submission requirements.

I want to take this opportunity to thank any and every person who has liked, viewed, or commented on my content; whether it was from the original book reviews, movie reviews, editorials, Music Mondays, or the more personal posts, please know that I would not have been able to grow as a writer without your patronage and I will be forever grateful.

I have been able to learn so much through this journey, and believe now is an appropriate time to move on to something new and exciting.

I remain,

Erik Shinker
Perpetually Past Due

Ombre

Silk, spanning a spectrum
progressing from
burnt coffee to golden wheat.
A field of change, traveling through
the seasons, yet
frozen in time.
Cascading toward enchanted ovals,
it frames her face, in parallel with
delightful dimples bordering a
softly-summoned smile.

by Erik Shinker

A Reflection

I repeat the words through habit like
a childhood prayer that no longer holds meaning;
words spoken for the simple
feel between lips; indoctrinated
into the idea of partnership.

I am lacking;
I must couple.
But what if I am unable to adapt and
it hurts not only me, but her most of all?
But for all my appearance of empathy,
it’s really a reflection of me.

by Erik Shinker

Hiccup and Coo

The world is fuzzing sound;
blurred by brand-new sensation
as you learn and
grow and
stretch,
day by day.

Body wracked by hiccups,
feeding and pooping and
farting and burping.
Bodily functions endear at this early age;
each one a victory worthy of celebration.

We wait for you to wake, though
you find the most solace in sleep.
You are a cooing gift
we were happy to
receive.

by Erik Shinker

REBLOG: Wanderlust

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Musings of a med student

This is one of the first poems I had written in school over six years ago. It is not as refined as I would’ve liked, but it holds a dear place in my heart – for two reasons. One, because it was when I wrote this that I fell in love with writing and poetry. And two, because the dream of travelling the world is one that is burnt beneath my eyelids. Every time I close them I picture myself in a new destination and it gives me immense joy. I hope that someday I have the time (and money) to actually travel far and wide. Until then, the dream will stay alive! I wanted to share this with my fellow bloggers, hope you enjoy it!

 We shall race across the field, bare legged, We shall amble through quiet lanes in old towns We shall traverse towering mountains and lakes…

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The Right One

No longer present despite the
press of pliable flesh.
A multiverse of outcomes
expands before my mind.
Primed for impact,
a cotton-cloth barrier is all
that stands between
pulsing passion and penetration.

With legs entwined in
tangled sheets of coastal blue,
she is a mermaid underwater;
the ebb and flow, her desire.
Her hair is an auburn fan resting
upon the pillowcase.
Lying bare to the world, she smiles;
apprehension applied as eyeliner.

“What are you thinking?”
she asks as I back away;
retreating into the safety of myself.
I match her smile, and
refrain from the true answer:
“You’re not the right one.”

by Erik Shinker