Sore from typing and mousing, all night

tunnel vision, after a session

building, planning, war

enfolded in

to whatever appears

in reverie.

Uniformed bodies

synced to motivations

from the bedrock.

Gathered, precious little objects of anxiety

sorted out and disheveled continuously.

Sometimes an ache

throws me to a frantic pace

and I actually sweat.

Sometimes nothing

only a silence

that I can savour

for a few moments in the morning.


JOSEPH STROHAN’s poetry is often a kind of self-reporting, and is seemingly intent on digging up the secrets he’s kept even from himself. “‘Would you believe me if I told you that I’ve never broken a promise to myself?’ I said to myself.” What appears as a quotation might very well be an intermingling of a developing character and self-soothing. Strohan earned his BFA at Emily Carr University of Art and Design in Vancouver, Canada. He exhibits his visual art in Europe and North America.