Poetry & Art by Derry Van Nortwick

WEEDS

It is not hard to accept that

you are better off without me hanging round

Driving in smokey cars

Crashing through morning

Hard enough

To have had a friend, who now

Rather not care for me at all

Your vanishing is not so easy

For me

Most likely I wore you down

If you ever return

know I have pulled the weeds from my garden

USED BOOKS

a young weirdo is exciting

an old weirdo is creepy

getting older and less understood

painting the walls in alienation blood

girls don't smile

reflections odd shaped

extra around the waist

in a used book store

I passed by

a lady in 70's

this is where

we end up

HOOKS

Enticed, you came to the hook

It was a weekend in summer

We walked; we had time — enough to burn

A little wine passed on a damp park bench

Not much to say

not knowing

Only a couple times since has the day stood for me

As it did then

your future flints speak of light that rest

without warmth between day and night

Your divorce was fresh

And your loneliness unsettled the mortar

That held every piece

Of what needed to be kept together

We kept on going

dogs barked

A golden ring held us — from sky to earth

And you are old enough to know

the last train is running

We all walk these tracks

they bend towards the horizon

but don’t bend back

 

Derry Van Nortwick is an artist, musician, designer, and writer born in Hollywood, CA, who currently works and resides in the San Diego, CA area. His visual works use themes of mirrored or double images, paneling, and repetition, which all create surprises unknown until constructed, in which multiple worlds may be occupied simultaneously in mind, body, and spirit. His recent collection, Mind Passing Through, is a mix of drawings, paintings, collages, photography, and poetry created during summer 2021. His artwork recently was featured in WordSwell literary journal. You can visit him at derryrobert.com.

Additional Links:

Saatchiart.com/account/profile/1882693

​Instagram.com/derryvannortwick​

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