I am the Dancing On-Call Poetitorian
In one pocket, I carry a half-empty pen, its ink bleeding into napkins, café tables, and the margins of my own skin. In the other, a medic’s bag, ready to press language against wounds that refuse to close.
Of Fires and Anarchy: Last Nights Winds Blowing Ash
Here’s some poetry dedicated to the bandana-clad saints of anarchy. I carved my name into the spine of Portland,let the letters bleed into the pavement,let the streetlights flicker like they...
The Silly Mockery of Ol’ William S.
This is one of my all time favorite poems that I have written. When I was a young man, I was obsessed with William Shakespeare. Seriously. This is sort of...
The Quiet
Something I wrote about my current job working as an EMT/ED Tech in the emergency department that reminds me of the stillness between the chaotic moments. Gregory Scott Gentry II...
Kid Danger’s Origin
Note: I set some music to this at the bottom of the post, it should autoplay… however, you can pause it or press play if it doesn’t work for you....
2 and 1/2
This is kind of a fun one for me, wrote it in a style like spoken word and rap blend. Although fun, it’s still meaningful and important and related to...
Drake Park Blues
Gregory Scott Gentry II This is a little something I’ve been working on about remembering the past and moving forward to the future. I think we all have a little...
On the Corner of 11:11th and Black.
Gregory Scott Gentry II (Old story, revisited for your enjoyment) The bench sat at the corner of an abandoned ghost town, where the dusty, empty road stretched endlessly under a...
Siren and the Sailor
Gregory Scott Gentry II Here’s one I was inspired by: Illiad by Homer and a past life. There is something about sirens and sailors that speaks deeply with a sense...
Like a Bullet Train
Hello, dearest readers, It’s been a while, I know. School and work have been taking up all my time, not to mention family, sleep, and breathing in general! Let’s get...
Of Patients, Patience, and Caffeine
Hello Dearest Reader, These past three months have been a whirlwind of caffeine-fueled all-night shifts and going to school during the day. Juggling a full college schedule in preparation for...
The General
A poem I wrote about something akin to a haunter of your destiny or dreams that tries to haul you back. Sort of an arch-nemesis if you will. I wrote...
Learning Every Single Day
Hello, Reader, Thanks for checking back. I was thinking about what to share this week, and my mind drifted to where I was 11 months ago—a place I don’t ever...
What Truth Is This?
Here is a short poem I have been working on. It deals with the idea that thoughts lead to action, but we are always allowed to change our thoughts with...
New Journey – Introduction and News
The beginning and an End.