is the author of three poetry collections, The Human Remains, Red Flag and Other Poems, Razed Monuments, and the novel, Last Lights of a Dying Sun. Heerdink is president of the Midwest Writers Guild. His short stories, The Tithing of Man and HEA-VEN2, won first and second place in the guild’s annual anthology contests. He also has poems published in Poetry Quarterly, Fish Hook, Flying Island, Kissing Dynamite, Auroras & Blossoms, Tanka Journal, Landslide Lit, As It Ought To Be Magazine, Rogue Wolf, Alien Buddha, Madness Muse Press, and various anthologies. He graduated from USI with a BA in English and resides in Newburgh, Indiana with his wife, daughter, dog, and two cats.
Epiphany during My Inevitable Downfall
What if all of this distraction with its closed caption flashing on smashed in screens
really doesn’t mean shit in the finale of which we all are about to witness on this
great sunny day where my broken & bloody body will be tomorrow’s front page?
How could I have missed the point of late afternoon conversations with wise ones
about the horizon being so beautiful come sunset because of our pollution & lack
of solutions to cut costs while finding cancer’s cures, you greedy rich bastards!
Art holds no purpose if the creator neither felt the pain associated with loss
nor contemplated a moment in which they ceased to breathe in smog from
too many people going too many places looking for some form of energy.
Through life, we’ve somehow become addicted to the negative points
to the point that casual pleasantries are overlooked & taken for granted
like deep down we know we don’t deserve all of our possessions & love.
I spent so much time chasing after the things society led me to believe
held any kind of importance that my daughter always asked, Why you
leaving me, Daddy? As it turns out, I was actually leaving myself.