Poetry by Alex Marchesi

Digging up Faith in a Graveyard
 
I’m a smooth-talking strategist, keen on
breaking down the framework of
your heart. The tickle spots, the bruises,
the stitches you’ve sewn and ripped out
all your own. A scar means you’ve been
spotless and said not good enough so
cake me in your thoughts, the ones black
and blue, the ones oozing lovey dovey
pink, I want to be standing in the debris
of all your walls.
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Bio: Alex Marchesi started writing as a combatant to his insomnia during college. He was an avid musician, playing guitar and declaring a music major while attending SUNY Oswego. Soon though, he learned to love lyric writing a lot more than plugging into an amp, graduating with a creative writing degree in 2015.
 
He’s been featured in online publications Phree Write and Fourth & Sycamore, also having an upcoming poetry e-book coming out in December from Underground Voices. In his senior year, he won the campus wide haiku contest of over 200 entrants. While he’s not dressing up the skeletons in his closet to be a little more presentable, he’s querying his novels around looking for his shot to break the industry. Other than wanting to reinvent the Brat Pack, he’s a tic tac junkie and a sucker for girls with a quick wit. He loves his cat Tiger more than anything, even when her three AM meows nearly shatter glass.

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