Retriever, by Joseph M. Felser

Retriever
by Joseph M. Felser

Her heart beats
to the sure rhythm
of his pure dog joy
as he lopes along
pine forest trails
near the big lake
called by natives
great stretch of water
free of leash and collar
chasing nothing
but sunset blaze
pink sky at night
to her delight
watching him paddle
to get nowhere
dig holes in sand
to find no treasure
bark at whitecaps
and granite rocks
for no good reason
he brings back
to her
everything
she never lost
purity of heart
is to will one thing

Joseph M. Felser, Ph.D. received his doctorate from The University of Chicago and teaches philosophy in Brooklyn, New York. The author of numerous articles and two books on philosophy, religion, myth, and parapsychology, he recently began writing poetry, which has appeared in both print and online journals.

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Not In Entire Forgetfulness, by Joseph M. Felser

Not In Entire Forgetfulness
by Joseph M. Felser

We make our own souls
out of bits and pieces
of broken drift glass
shards of clay pots
too jagged to glue
back together again
ghostly echoes
of past lives
half remembered in grey fog
of regret and longing
fragments of love and lust
sated or negated
it doesn’t matter
one way or another
we have to return
to this stinking shithole
like it or not

Joseph M. Felser, Ph.D. received his doctorate from The University of Chicago and teaches philosophy in Brooklyn, New York. The author of numerous articles and two books on philosophy, religion, myth, and parapsychology, he recently began writing poetry, which has appeared in both print and online journals.

A Birthday Wish At Sixty-One, by Joseph M. Felser

A Birthday Wish At Sixty-One
by Joseph M. Felser

Silhouettes of distant mountains
hover over the frozen lake
like cross parents impatiently
waiting for youthful folly
to run its course
yield its passion
put away childish things
I for my part only wish
I could skate away
far from myself
flying fast on thin ice
unashamed to ask
for what cannot be given
unafraid to ask questions
that cannot be answered

Joseph M. Felser, Ph.D. received his doctorate from The University of Chicago and teaches philosophy in Brooklyn, New York. The author of numerous articles and two books on philosophy, religion, myth, and parapsychology, he recently began writing poetry, which has appeared in both print and online journals.

I’ve Stopped Looking, by Joseph M. Felser

I’ve Stopped Looking
by Joseph M. Felser

I listen to music
read some books
halfway through
forgotten tomes
gathering dust
on my shelves
feed hungry birds
in my backyard
eat dinner
with an old friend
in the Mexican place
write poems
like this
all just distractions
I stopped looking
for you
a long time ago
all I see now
are scratches
on my lenses
sinuous spots
floating before
my eyes
twisted snakes
hissing about some
forbidden fruit
I no longer
seek

Joseph M. Felser, Ph.D. received his doctorate from The University of Chicago and teaches philosophy in Brooklyn, New York. The author of numerous articles and two books on philosophy, religion, myth, and parapsychology, he recently began writing poetry, which has appeared in both print and online journals.

Émile Coué Sings The Blues, by Joseph M. Felser

Émile Coué Sings The Blues
by Joseph M. Felser

Every day
in every way
things are getting
worse and worse
greedy shadows
grow fat and rich
eating light
sparrows sing dirges
the postman snarls
and you never
call me
anymore

Joseph M. Felser, Ph.D. received his doctorate from The University of Chicago and teaches philosophy in Brooklyn, New York. The author of numerous articles and two books on philosophy, religion, myth, and parapsychology, he recently began writing poetry, which has appeared in both print and online journals.

Flame Out, by Joseph M. Felser

Flame Out
by Joseph M. Felser

Eternal flame
burns out
gives heat
and light
to none
save your
self
Marley’s jest
sixty candles
on a dead
man’s chest
blown out
no more
wishes
for her
code blue
he’s gone

Joseph M. Felser, Ph.D. received his doctorate from The University of Chicago and teaches philosophy in Brooklyn, New York. The author of numerous articles and two books on philosophy, religion, myth, and parapsychology, he recently began writing poetry, which has appeared in both print and online journals.

Nicht diese töne, by Joseph M. Felser

Nicht diese töne
by Joseph M. Felser

Nine daughters
of joy please
pour me
a double
life is short
art eternal
he said
if the deaf
can hear
music
why couldn’t
you hear
mine?
not a long
time
not everlasting
but no time
like the
present
past
or future
that dimension
of here
and now
that you
cut out
when you
left me
time less
this is your
eternal
life!
he said
no life
after death
—or before,
either,
if it comes
to that

Joseph M. Felser, Ph.D. received his doctorate from The University of Chicago and teaches philosophy in Brooklyn, New York. The author of numerous articles and two books on philosophy, religion, myth, and parapsychology, he recently began writing poetry, which has appeared in both print and online journals.

Falling, by Joseph M. Felser

Falling
by Joseph M. Felser

Snow falls
gently
on her
shoulder
frozen crystal
tears
reflecting
light
lost
in time
close to
him

Joseph M. Felser, Ph.D. received his doctorate from The University of Chicago and teaches philosophy in Brooklyn, New York. The author of numerous articles and two books on philosophy, religion, myth, and parapsychology, he recently began writing poetry, which has appeared in both print and online journals.

Lost Track, by Joseph M. Felser

Lost Track
by Joseph M. Felser

Stood on
platform
waiting
for you
until you
kicked it
out
from
under
me

Joseph M. Felser, Ph.D. received his doctorate from The University of Chicago and teaches philosophy in Brooklyn, New York. The author of numerous articles and two books on philosophy, religion, myth, and parapsychology, he recently began writing poetry, which has appeared in both print and online journals.

The Reality Of Intangibles, by Joseph Felser

The Reality Of Intangibles
by Joseph Felser

Did you come
to me
last night
as I lay
asleep
whispering
of things
long past?
I remember
everything
the sly smiling
delicate curve
of your words
the musky perfume
of your mind
hunting ideas
asking questions
poking holes
in musty theories
forging links
with me
astonished
by the
boldfaced
signature
of your
soul

Joseph M. Felser, Ph.D. received his doctorate from The University of Chicago and teaches philosophy in Brooklyn, New York. The author of numerous articles and two books on philosophy, religion, myth, and parapsychology, he recently began writing poetry, which has appeared in both print and online journals.