Andrew Rihn is a writer of essays, poems, and scholarly articles. He is the author of several chapbooks, including America Plops and Fizzes (sunnyoutside press) and The Rust Belt MRI (Pudding House). Along with his wife, the writer Donora A. Rihn, he co-authored the chapbooks The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: An Election Cycle (Moria Books/ Locofo Chaps) and The Day of Small Things (Really Serious Literature). Together, they live in Portage Lakes, OH with their two rescue dogs.
morning song insurgent
we held
each other
like empty hands
we cradled
the open palms
of words
apocalypse blooming
like a fist
filled
with blood
Immolation
Distress
not fitting
inside my own
body.
Slippage
between face
and mask.
Confusion
between pain
and killer.
Burn the old leaves.
This is the way we build.
Today, The End of the World
Apocalypse: from the Greek,
to uncover, to reveal.
As you fly between this bad city
and the heat of my dry heart,
reveal the silence in our veins,
their brutal awakening.
According to my theory: I am here,
almost apparition, a poem
with lines and phrases built
from anonymous statue,
threatening disdainful and
malicious prayer, threatening
to bring us to ruin.
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