The publication of my second anthology, ‘Encomia’, kicks off today with the first English poem I wrote this year.

“Roaming”by Conrad Schwellnus She wandered the earth, an angel,Broken by a spirit of trust — Commanding the masses,But carry her family, she absolutely must. In her meandering, she fumbles, she’s done —But where were the coin smugglers in your troubled days?I weep for you, Ms. Houston, roaming even in death,A legacy of a ghost, but a […]

‘Encomia’, my second anthology of poems, will be published starting this week.

Now that ‘Autumn Haze‘ has been published in full, it’s time to prepare for the release of a brand new anthology, namely a collection of encomia written in reference to a select few people who have inspired me creatively over my lifetime. Encomia, you ask? Well, an encomium is a speech or a piece of […]

The ‘Autumn Haze’ anthology officially draws to a close with the final poem in the series, “The Ledge”.

“The Ledge”by Conrad Schwellnus Bare my soul, I am exposed,My mind and body widely predisposed.To management standards, alive in a dream,Stoic and passive as a wave crashes over me. Pour into the depths, greet the tall dark stranger,I might do better searching for a crib and a manger.Stroking my ego while a downfall does begin,Raise […]

“Feins” — the second last poem from the ‘Autumn Haze’ anthology — was particularly difficult to publish, but it’s here.

“Feins”by Conrad Schwellnus Silently quiet, silently curious,A depth you imagine as the crux of notorious. Look past the creation, a gaze brings you more trouble,As you feed your temperance, heeding a life within a bubble. Sip from the glass, the lemon bitters your palate,As far removed as the time of Sir Mallet. Did you forget […]

“Dorian”— the next poem from ‘Autumn Haze’ — is a tribute to one of literature’s greatest poets and playwrights.

“Dorian” by Conrad Schwellnus Dorian’s picture is gray, so faded, I cannot even say — — what it means to me anymore. Find what I used to find alluring, But the brush strokes of your mind demurring. What lurks behind the picture, a notion ever Wilde, Selfish and a need to be liked, just like […]

“A Fever Poetry” may well be the most introspective piece in the ‘Autumn Haze’ anthology. Read it now.

“A Fever Poetry” by Conrad Schwellnus How are you seen, does it even really matter? The ingredients gently mixed, into a tumbling sourdough batter. To be successful you need to be loved, to make it out you should be liked, A world alone that lingers, where your emotions have been spiked. Shelf life aside, you’d […]

“Safely in my Heart”, the next poem in the ‘Autumn Haze’ series, is all about the courage to be your true self.

“Safely in my Heart” by Conrad Schwellnus Keep shining little boy, No matter your preference, nor the colors bringing you joy. You can be who you want, even in a world ever cruel, One day it will all be over, with your victory in the duel. Sparkle in pink, you wear it oh so well, […]

Inspired by a chance encounter, “Pink Scarf” is the next poem to be published as part of the ‘Autumn Haze’ anthology.

“Pink Scarf” by Conrad Schwellnus Pink scarf, you smile at me, A drawing of my soul, this is somewhat sure to be. The reason that we’re here, in this moment we connect, Hook, line and sinker, are we in the ship to wreck? A shadow lurks in peace, alive beyond your years, Your rings are […]

The latest poem from ‘Autumn Haze’ was inspired by a popular Finnish singer.

“Turunen” by Conrad Schwellnus Wanderlust, you are my embrace, The lines of pain ring heavily on your face. Did the others leave you bothered, recall your vanity yet, The team without an ‘I’, a wave of pure regret. You walk alone at the behest of yourself, Dig a little deeper, there’s still magic on the […]

This is “Flourish”, the the next piece of the ‘Autumn Haze’ puzzle.

“Flourish” by Conrad Schwellnus Clear is kind, like the depths of your sorrow, A heart of steel, you will surely need to borrow. Perhaps you can lend it to feed your hungry soul? A lifetime of lies, no longer taking their toll. Bested by those who loved their own reflections, Using their kin in resolution […]