Origins

Stories of great Americans are often distorted. Changed into a message of hope in a land abundant with opportunity. Words sewn together by history’s fabricators in order to keep us warm when confronted with harsh realities of this cold world. Hence it’s only fitting this story start with America’s first inhabitants who traveled in hopes of finding many of the philosophical luxuries of opportunity, freedom, and equality we enjoy today.

“Grab him”
“Your closer”
“Damn it”
“Its your Dog”
“But he tracks down our food”
“Your right”

As Pakak and his brother run through the snow chasing their pup they notice an unfamiliar creature with horns that looked like branches. Standing feet away from each the beast and Pakak were face to face. Both parties stunned by such an unfamiliar sight they stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity.

“Woof”
“Fuck!”
A grunt and the clacking of hooves sound as the beast turns around and runs from the startling bark of the dog.

“Come on”
“Where are we going?”
“To follow that thing”

They jogged following the tracks in the snow until the creature disappeared, forcing the brothers along with their dog to head home. On the way back the two talked about where this animal could have come from. How that animal alone could provide plenty of meat feed their tribe, or even help till fields so their people would no longer have to be nomads. Pakak told his brother that they could tell no one about this great discovery.
In their native language Pakak means one that gets into everything. His name seemed to burden Pakak his entire life. In his nursery group he stood out s the trouble maker, during hunting lessons he would set traps for the other students, and he was still not recognized as a man due to his constant childish pranks.

Even though the older men in his tribe did not respect his playful spirit, they acknowledged his value as a hunter and navigator. The only person who truly appreciated Pakak was the one person who appreciated his humor since his days of nursery nuisance and affection only grew, as they got older.

Pakak walks into a tent greeting his best friend. They talk about their respectives days as they usually do. Silence fills the room as the conversation halts and thoughts of the massive beast fill Pakak’s memory, especially the animals. The branch like horns had tips sharp as spears, and the eyes opened a vortex into another world.
“If I tell you something never repeat anything I say”
Kaya shakes head in silent agreement, and then Pakak tells the story of the story of the creature of mythical proportions. He then requests help in preparing provisions to follow the tracks and find where it came from. Kaya responds to Pakak by honoring his request and then warning him of the danger of traveling to far. Pakak arrogantly brushes off the warning to follow the tracks with his dog and brother.
They find the tracks easily, and follow them until they reach a cliff, with a strange feature. A long stretch of land covered in ice and loose gravel, with no foreseeable end.

nothing new

Buzzing like idle electronics
Room shakes like plate tectonics
Can't stand anymore
Blue man group bangs at my door
Tell me time to hit the road
Become part of their show
Stay overnight gray hotel no windows
I decline cause fresh air essential
Besides don't like chain instrumental
So like teenagers I breakout
Bump into chicks trying to make out
I ruined another stakeout
Like wolves delivering Ruth Chris takeout
Take out the awkward pauses
and messed up rhymes
and you'll see nothing
Between these lines

response

Wenderoth choose to write about Wendy’s because he wanted to create an honest piece of art that captured contemporary emotions, while simultaneously providing images that are associated with Wendy’s, and creating a platform for a discussion of these topics. Wenderoth views Wendy’s as more than a dining establishment, or major corporation, he views it as an integral facet of our society that reflects our views on everything from monetary issues to repressed desires. According to Shelley’s definition Wenderoth’s poetry is beautiful be cause it is honest, captures contemporary emotion, and creates a bridge between times where anyone could read his poetry and understand the intricacy of our society’s relationship with fast food and our innermost thoughts.

Wenderoth reveals his thoughts on subjects that are often overlooked but are constantly processed in our subconscious thinking. For example, he discusses what he thinks about when he sees a beautiful woman holding a “Biggie”. She is alone which immediately makes him consider the possibility of whom she could be waiting for. In trying to answer this question he thinks of people or things that could make such a desirable combination wait. He comes to conclude only something as equally desirable could warrant this wait. To the author because the woman is beautiful and desirable there is no reason she should be alone. In this short scene, which occurs frequently, he has placed value on the Biggie, the woman, time, and companionship. He places a high value on the previously mentioned subjects, which reveals much about the society in which we live and how we evaluate things with a mere glance.

Hence Wenderoth writes about Wendy’s because it is a venue where many aspects of culture are incorporated. With the perfect mantle to capture an honest glimpse of society Wenderoth unveils the inner thoughts of individuals, and the associated values attached to it.

Sestina

Cherries burst throughout the tree
Walking through the patch of eden the farmer
whistles for his dog.
Harnessed to his back a basket, that shifts as he chases the birds
descending upon the fruit.

A discourse concerning the fruit,
encourages a spritely dance from the leaves of the tree.
Observing the scene the farmer
begins to anticipate the winter as his dog,
shivers froma strong gust that knocks over a basket.
The duo heads for shelter, their flight accented with the song of birds.

In the pond fish scatter because the birds
pass through this ancient farm who's fruit
rots as it lies at the roots of the tree.
No longer can the beaming sun distract the farmer
and his sole companion, the dog,
can sense the change as he feels the wind shake the basket.

Lying in a dark corner covered with the basket
emits odors of earth, birds
labor, love, loss, and fruit.
Covered beneath the recepticle the same word carved on the tree.
"I give you all I have till I have nothing to give," the farmer
fearing the memory of these words meaning, clings to the dog

The grasp tightens until the dog
yelps and scurries away knowcking over the basket
in the process. The contents spill and bird
feathers float through the air drenched in the juice of fresh fruit.
The old man then stares out at the tree, and he reminices about life as a young farmer.

He says, "I always wanted to be a farmer,
with a wife and a loving dog."
he places the spilt items back in the basket.
All th ewhile admiring the freedom of the birds
outside, as they fly over the fruit
still steadily dropping from the trees.

Life leaves the tree, spirit leaves the farmer.
The dog returns to his beloved basket,
as the birds feast on fallen fruit.

Workshop

Revealing
How do I write something so know its me
More subtle than rap but more raw than poetry
Woe is me
Hopefully I can make you understand an anecdote
But its highly unlikely unless you got the green I smoke
Damn my throat
It never seems to pick the right words
I'm doing better than most life better grade on a curve
It's too absurd
Bound to characters we create
Blind to Alpha & Omega between space
I find Nemo

Dear Mr. Clinton,

I appreciate your desire to help me obtain TRix, but I must politely decline. Yousee for me Trix is not just a confectionary treat, it is an addiction. I used to be a simple chef from Terkmenastan who's creations were coveted by all. I learned my trade from Zoltan Iron chef champion of the universe. During this time he revealed to me the most delicous sugarcombinations known to man. Simultaneously I invented Trix and presented them to Zoltan. Immediately after I was told to forget the recipe and never create this cereal again. I did as my teacher instructed until I ventured out on my own and began a restaurant. Times were hard and people did nto want to buy expensive dishes; so I went back to a recipe I made a long time ago. People loved it. The ingredients were inexpensive and very delicous. I was on top of the world until I began eating my Trix non-stop. But I was not the only one to suffer this ailment. Already though I have said too much and must end our stationary transactions immediately.

Trix