Saturday, February 13, 2016

John Pursch- A Poem

John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice nominated for Best of the Net, his work has appeared in many literary journals. His first book, Intunesia, is available at Check out his experimental lit-rap video at He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.

Relics of an Inner Sphere

Hobbling toward the horizon,
a perspectival leap in store,
our nebulous longings
confuse the afterlife
with deified portals
to another world.

Attempts to grasp
the overarching entity,
doomed to infinite regress,
shape our days
to cratered relics
of an inner sphere.

Automatic yearners
plunder the scalar skies
for heavenly drops of delight,
but render only the furrows
of yet another fitted brow.


  1. We go around once make the most of it.

  2. Finding your goodness,your beauty as images transfer to us in poetry's inner sphere of your own divine and finely knit interpretation.