An Elaborately Crafted Fiction: Two Poems by Ben Nardolilli

By Ben Nardolilli

Filling Up to the Red Line

These days, I have no patience
For prose novel-long or story-short,
And no spare time to go looking up
The facts for a grand thesis,
Any non-fiction with my name on it
Is an elaborately crafted fiction.

paperPlays require too much, settings
And characters who are always waiting
For me to come along for words
To prune out of their mouths,
While putting down prophecies
Offers no chance for a flourish.

It is poetry, verse only, which I write,
The words come quickly but fall
Neatly into line with no need to stretch
And reach every available margin,
Until there are stanzas to stack,
Unfortunately the gift is priceless.


Dark Party

They are still talking,
I don’t know why
Or what propels them,

But the mouths
Are moving away,
Taking in the air

And expelling it,
I wonder if enough
Is left over for me

To use for the words
I want to share,
Earlier, I tried

To make them stop
And preserve
The atmosphere,

It was a disaster
Against the social rules,
Someone bit my hand

Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, THEMA, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at and is looking to publish a novel.

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