Adam Fieled

from Apparition Poems


o it's drab
outside the trees

really only me
I see there


sun is there
not here

the bed's made


last September cricket
leaf falls on him


not to be mistaken
not to be messed with
not to be forsaken
only to be blessed with

how it must be on Jupiter


I rev clean across
I'm paved
I'm rolling in moss
I save

Adam Fieled is a poet, musician, and essayist currently living in Philly. He has released four albums, including two spoken word collections, Raw Rainy Fog (Radio Eris Records, 2002), and Virtual Pinball/Madame Psychosis (WSG Productions, 2006); runs two reading series, This Charming Lab and the Philly Free School; edits PFS Post; has work in Jacket, Cordite, Nth Position, Word For/Word, Rain Taxi, Blazevox, The Argotist, Mipoesias, Eratio, and elsewhere.

Is currently a PhD candidate at Temple University.

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