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Diary Entry 23:

Started 8:47pm/9:51pm finished. Tim and Ryan’s dorm. Based on Caspar David Friedrich’s ‘Wanderer above the Sea of Fog’.



Is this the way the world is?

A slow sail onward

or a deep breath in?

A cloth fin

to the side

of a wide

wind compassing home

or the froth of forgetfulness blurring into

an amber horizon?

-A. Struthers

artist, poetry, Uncategorized

Diary Entry 21:

February 10th/Entry 20:

Poem absent.

February 11th/Entry 21:

Absolutely exhausted. Stayed up for another student’s Venmo purchase.

I look at the clock at 9:16pm. I forget to type the time before. I finish at 9:22.

Based on Frederick Judd Waugh’s ‘The Setting Sun’.


Study Break

Who can write a poem when they’re about to crash
or as inlet eyes lull the act of fishing for words to sleep?
The motions we keep
with the tide,
next to the stickered-up steno with its wide
mouth agape
and its blue lines bobbing
in the yellowed waters for penciled minnows.

-A. Struthers

poetry, rhyme, Uncategorized

The Canary in the Coalmine

The canary in the coalmine

of a culture lost at sea

is when the tides like tidings

shift the use of ‘we’ to ‘me’.


It’s the stake we stake to gain one

and the rope we loose to hold

and the winds we brace to chase

a bloody basin full of gold.


It’s when a Midas media

so turns our love to lust

and drains the seeking sailors

in the clutches of its rust.


When the bards are pinned by poems

and the sirens flop their speech

and the masses lose their glasses

when the snakes begin to preach.


When race divides the very land

imbedded in its claim

and everyone’s a sailor

on a whaler riding blame.


The canary in the coalmine

of a culture doomed to fail

is not all men are set to sink

if some so learn to sail.

-Amy Struthers