A Poe’s touch, cough, sorry — Vincent Poe touch lol — From the notebooks
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do? I flaunt it like a young boy, super proud that he pooped! Why? How I got to that point, Was so simple – Like, when I submitted my first ever book to Penguin House said, no I was…
Page 107 — From the notebooks
Title: His voice reaches out— “Send me help,” he pleads to the unseen force, But the answer remains unclear. If today is not the hardest, Tomorrow… No, why? As I aspire to become a phenomenon, I stand in the midst of the old wonders. Those great words,…
The Return: A Mind That Never Left — From the notebooks
What’s your favorite candy? I’m back. I didn’t vanish. I dissolved into something quieter, sharper, and more dangerous. Back in Maine, in 2023, this blog was not a hobby. It was oxygen. It was the only place where language could hold what reality refused…
Jaded a book by me — From the notebooks
My new book I’m working on, here’s a snippet… “…all the setbacks The ambience of self-pity creates a reservoir of nothing but staircases that lead to nothing more— but a better horizon.” Featuring the artwork included Written by Vincent Enrico…
Abuse I’ve Worked On — New Poems
The week left wreckage behind. He sat still, eyes wide—kept open by nicotine and a survival instinct that never shut off. Sober, technically. But nothing felt still inside. The thoughts were loud. Chaotic. Racing without lanes. He wasn’t high, just…
I See You, But I Stand — New Poems
I feel your breath behind my back, A shadow trailing every track. You think you’ve carved me out in chalk— But I’m stone, and I still walk. You mark my doors, you watch me sleep, You sow the fear you plan to reap. But…
Baseball — New Poems
Life throws its curveballs, strikes, and outs, A game of trials, filled with doubts. But each new inning gives us hope, A chance to swing, to rise, to cope. We stumble, fall, and lose our way, Yet still, the sun will rise…
I Didn’t Die — New Poems
I just stepped off Earth for a while. I sat with the higher ones — talked, laughed, listened — and then they sent me back. I was granted another chance. Now I know the quiet joys of simply waking up. The responsibility…
…But I’m Still Gonna — New Poems
If you know my flaws, my falls, my beauty, Then why you runnin’ ’round just to spread the talk? Was it sweet on your tongue, got ’em hangin’ on? Was it fuel for the fire in your little squad? I mean— We’re dancing on the…
I Smirked a Few Times, Then I Just Played Jenga by Myself — New Poems
No rage, no roar— just a calm, chilling nod, as he painted the walls in gold. Mocking the links, talks, and winks, everything with a goal. Piece by piece, trying to knock him down. In solitude, they found…