"Hi. My name is Daniel Senser. I am thirty years old, and have been serious about poetry since I was eighteen. I was a Biology major in college, and was struggling in my classes and getting frustrated, so I picked up The Iliad one day at the library. After reading it, it reignited a love of poetry that had roots in my childhood, when my dad used to read poems to me. Besides Homer, some of my influences were Borges, Levertov, and Billy Collins. I also went through a faze where I was really into old Eastern poetry. I have been published in the Penwood Review, Ship of Fools, and California Quarterly, among others. Hope you enjoy these poems"
Begin to fall, much like these words
Now fall upon your ear.
And when they turn brittle
And crumble, and turn to dust
Enriching the earth,
The breath of the wind--
The breath of your soul--
Will answer for their deaths
With the promise that life goes on.
The sea rushed in, filling the cavern,
Except for my flesh.
The garden in her eyes grew lush
Under the sunlight of my own.
Together, we constructed many shapes
Till, exhausted, we collapsed into the humid jungle
Of our united oblivion.