Losing to the Dog

Sometimes you notice the loss
Other times it notices for you, it’s obvious
A new absence not as easily noticed as
A new presence.

Walking my dog in the park,
The path was repaved
Sometimes you notice the loss
Of our favourite tree
Other times it notices for you, it’s obvious
Just a stump now, signs of rot inside
A new absence not as easily noticed as
The path was repaved
A new presence.

Returned home.
Was something stolen?
Sometimes you notice the loss,
Valuables are all still here, electronics too.
Other times it notices for you, it’s obvious
to the dog, who paws at his bowl. Out of food.
A new absence not as easily noticed as
An unhappy pet that led to it.
Sometimes you notice the loss

Sometimes you notice the loss
My dog was very dismayed.
Other times it notices for you, it’s obvious
To him that I won’t visit the store until tomorrow.
A new absence not as easily noticed as
What happened when I left to room for a moment.
A new presence.
My pet pooped on the floor.

it’s obvious
A new easily noticed


Daniel Triumph.

This was an exercise in repetition. it sort of ended in a dumb punchline, but I hope it was fun nonetheless.

The Party Guest

“Hey, thanks for showing up to the party! Sorry it’s not very exciting—oh, hang on, it looks like the mayonnaise has run out. Why don’t you sit here and talk to Joe until I come back? He’s really interesting.”

“Sure.” He watched his friend leave, and then turned to Joe. “…So, your name is Joe? Is that short for Joseph?”

“Look yourself in the eyes and tell me if that isn’t the truth of the matter.”

“Umm, okay, I suppose you’ve…got a point there? Where do you work, then?”

“I single drop of water is little worry, but over a trillion drops fall in an average downpour—”

“Oh, let me guess, sewage? No wait, it’s really water treatment, isn’t it. Or perhaps you work on the lake? Drive the ferry?”

“—and I am the one they call when any of those drops breach the ceiling of their homes or businesses.”

“Oh, you do roofs? What,” He felt that by now Joe warranted a bit of poking-fun-at, “How is communication with your coworkers like?”

“In every situation there are positives and negatives. When the going gets tough, the tough set up camp and wait out the storm.”

“Hmm. So, where are you from?”

“There is a place far beyond the eye can see, a great distance beyond the sea—”

“Oh, you’re European or something?”

“—but if you go beyond such a place for long enough, eventually you will return right here, where you started. It’s a phenomenal side effect of—”

“Circular reasoning.”

“—the reality of travel around a point of great mass. Under the original conception of the metre, such a trip would theoretically be forty-million metres in distance. Any yet, I’m from a place only forty-thousand metres north of here.”

“Oh yeah, that city.” He found it interesting that Joe paused mid-sentence whenever interrupted, then continued afterwards as if nothing had happened. “Is there anything you wanted to ask me?”

“Of course, I have a less than infinite number of questions I could ask you, and even less that I would like the answers to. Perhaps what I long most to know, however, is something whose question you do not have the answer to. I will therefore assume that you would like an question to whose answer you have knowledge. Since we are riding on that—”

“Yes, I think it’s perfectly fair to assume that.” He couldn’t help himself.

“—assumption, I will ask you about the mayonnaise. Why do you think that devilled eggs are made with mayonnaise, which is in turn made also from eggs? Does this not strike you as odd? An overlapping of the same flavour?”

He wondered if Joe thought his brain was so mundane that this was the only sort of question that he could answer. “Nah, flavours can match up. That’s why people will cook a roast and then use the drippings for it as gravy. It all works in the food world.”

Joe seemed genuinely surprised.

Their friend returned and said, “How’s it going you two? Isn’t Joe interesting? What do you think of my friend, Joe?”

“Every once in a while, you come to a bend in the road. Other times, it’s a fork. Now suddenly, thanks to your friend, I have found myself in front of such a fork, and I’ve realized that I must now use it to investigate mayonnaise.”

Hoping this sort of over-the-top dialogue exercise is found to be interesting…and maybe also funny 😛

(This was a submission to my Creative Writing course as well.)

Daniel Triumph.

My Construction

Soon to be consumed by this mechanization
The parts haphazardly built and set into the world,
They’ve wreaked their havoc and now they return
Combined, they come upon you
Cornered, spinning gears, sharp edges;
The edges that were carelessly released,
Carelessly return.
Caught; cornered, moving parts threaten lifelessly
To dig into the skin, to trespass your flesh
Impartial, objective, and dead
The world, cold, will continue as if nothing had happened.
The machine cannot be negotiated with.

But what was created was not a machine.
It approaches but,
could be pushed back, contended with.
The world is a place filled with people
And what you let loose has done damage
But as it falls back on me
Perhaps it will all be dismantled
When you wrestle against its strain
And turn away from what had been done.

Daniel Triumph.

Don’t read this 😛

“The Darkest Evening of the Year”

The darkest evening of the year,
Nothing has come yet,
And evening is here.
The darkest evening of the year.

Though I have stopped, the evening has not.
The sun, a giant mass, plummets slowly,
Moves lower and lower and lower.
Depriving the cold day of the little heat it sought.

Everything seems closer in the dim.
The woods span out around me,
They approach closer and closer and closer.
I allow my tired brain its whim.

My feet have not moved,
Though I feel I’ve gone into the woods.
It’s darker here, my eyes can’t adjust,
I’m seeing spots, my vision confused.

Nothing has come yet,
But I’m waiting for nothing.
And nothing is here so,
I should continue but I’m locked in the sunset.

I must leave, while I’m still awake.
Or give in, and let sun and sight leave me behind.
————————————my horse disagrees.
He gives his harness bells a shake

Daniel Triumph.

This piece was taken from a creative writing project I’m doing with my creative writing class. It’s kind of cool, so I’ll explain. (Also, I came up with the concept!)

First, we chose a poem with enough lines for the entire class. The poem used was Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”

Each person was given a pair of lines from that poem, and they had to write their own poem in between the lines. I got lines 8 and 9: “The darkest evening of the year.” and “He gives his harness bells a shake.” You can see those are my first and last lines.

There weren’t any other constraints except that it had to be fairly short.

What we as a class are working to do now is compile everyone’s piece into a little book. It’ll be kinda cool, because the last line of one person’s poem becomes the first line of the next one, and so on until the entire Frost poem has been covered. What this means is that the table of contents will read exactly like Robert Frost’s piece!