{"id":197,"date":"2018-07-13T21:27:39","date_gmt":"2018-07-13T21:27:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/?p=197"},"modified":"2018-07-08T15:02:30","modified_gmt":"2018-07-08T15:02:30","slug":"three-poems-by-andrew-furst","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/2018\/07\/13\/three-poems-by-andrew-furst\/","title":{"rendered":"Three by Andrew Furst"},"content":{"rendered":"<h6 style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Andrew Furst is a poet, author, Buddhist teacher, photographer, artist, and a technologist. His work has appeared in Poetry Leaves, Platform Review, and Failed Haiku. He self-published his first volume of poetry &#8220;Clouds Tell Us: Poetry at the Intersection of Nature and Our Humanity&#8221; in 2016. Learn more about Andrew by visiting\u00a0<a class=\"sbm-text link accessible-link\" href=\"http:\/\/www.andrewfurst.net\/\" target=\"linked\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">www.andrewfurst.net<\/a><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>That Time<\/h3>\n<p>With 52 there are decades and breath mints and affinities to \u2013 the smell of burning earth rolling down your throat \u2013 forgetfulness; pills; Bed to car to eyes to ears. resolutions to just reconnect; to dance; with my wife; pictures and writing shit down. Torpor and stupor as god damn legitimate lifestyle options, but getting my ass on a trail. To a waterfall. work on time and back. On time. Skipping the soapbox, as if this ain\u2019t exactly just that. Watching parents die and. Vortexes of coming. Cat litter. Keys. IRAs. Going. White privilege and loathing. Stealing road trips and making checklists. Bitter sights and sweet sounds. Sugar pee tests, colonoscopies, and the god damn word cardio. Making marks and just erasing them.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>Immersed<\/h3>\n<p>And there was<br \/>\nthe day<br \/>\nwhen I had been drowning<br \/>\nfor so long.<br \/>\nBarely breathing,<br \/>\nchoosing the struggle.<br \/>\nThen<br \/>\nI looked<br \/>\nat my brother<br \/>\nsleeping<br \/>\non the cold hard ground<br \/>\nbelow me.<br \/>\nI would have<br \/>\nmarveled<br \/>\nat his ability to float,<br \/>\nIf I hadn&#8217;t&#8217;ve found myself,<br \/>\nfeet on the ground.<\/p>\n<p>Breathing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>Of Cider and Softness<\/h3>\n<div class=\"page\" data-page-number=\"3\" data-loaded=\"true\">\n<div class=\"textLayer\">\n<div>This conspiracy<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I am willingly abetting<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Wends its way<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2018twixt boulders<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 And sunsets.<\/div>\n<div>It holds you<\/div>\n<div>Responsible.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0It holds grudges and faint whispers<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0In a homemade basket;<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Brushes of skin on skin<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And wafting lavender smiles.<\/div>\n<div>Neatly wrapped photographs<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Folded into my heart<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0and into the back pockets of autumn\u2019s worn jeans.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0They taste of cider and softness;<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Sandpaper and seashells;<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0elastic bound and torn \u2018round the edges.<\/div>\n<div>This conspirator<\/div>\n<div>like a deity.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0beyond sight or command;<\/div>\n<div>ill or erratic in temperament;<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0has planted the seed<\/div>\n<div>of longing for you<\/div>\n<div class=\"endOfContent\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" data-page-number=\"4\" data-loaded=\"true\">\n<div class=\"canvasWrapper\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"textLayer\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Andrew Furst is a poet, author, Buddhist teacher, photographer, artist, and a technologist. His work has appeared in Poetry Leaves, Platform Review, and Failed Haiku. He self-published his first volume of poetry &#8220;Clouds Tell Us: Poetry at the Intersection of Nature and Our Humanity&#8221; in 2016. Learn more about Andrew by visiting\u00a0www.andrewfurst.net &nbsp; That Time &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/2018\/07\/13\/three-poems-by-andrew-furst\/\" class=\"excerpt-link\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-3b","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/197","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=197"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/197\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":206,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/197\/revisions\/206"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=197"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=197"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=197"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}