Poetry by PJ Carmichael


Poetry by: PJ Carmichael ( Instagram )

PJ Carmichael is a poet, writer, artist, adventurer, and spiritualist from Wakefield, Massachusetts. His work focuses on his interaction with and the contrast between the natural world and the urban environment. He currently runs Mass Love Distro, a multimedia production and distribution endeavor.


Sunday Night

A welcome caress
from the night’s cool breeze,
wind beginning

to lay itself

over the darkened

Water is in the air
as Spring
cyclical dreams.

The rain falls as
any does: pensive,
brooding, lost
in its own

My body craves
the bare of moonlight,
a forest secluded by
heavenly shadows.

My animal heart
howls in the naked



Lost and Found

A missing pen
(a newfound favorite)
remains just beyond

my memory,

so is it really missing?

(The current instrument
will suffice, so long
as there’s ink
in it.)

So many times
it just ends up
this way:

contemplating the very act

wondering why
the day was so

searching for meaning
or a missing



From New England, With Love

We hide from horrors
(those of our predecessors)
but only for a

the fear of death
drives us to an
early grave.

(The fat of cattle
corrodes my heart-

The Seasons come too soon,
leave too soon,
a cycle of ever-
present absence

recorded by those
who live long enough
to inherit it.

Summer is here (again)
and with her,

another loss
I am baptized in,
hope to recover from
as scar tissue

finds the familiar stranglehold,
neck, chest,
throat, stomach,

liquid-filled lungs
in time for light-
hearted love songs,

the ones that last
for five minutes,
thirty seconds,

repetition (routine),
where nothing ever changes.

I can see my misery
reflected off the rear-
view mirror

en route
to the beach,

as the waves
continue to crash,

sand succumbing to
ocean tides,

erosion establishing


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