Herein features a sampling of the published poetic ramblings (see left column) and philosophical essays (see right column) from Tanner's academic work regarding social justice issues and livelihood work involving farming and music. All of the poems represented here on the site have been published either in print or electronically by a third party, while there are still many more waiting for larger representation in a publisher's home. The essays provided are made available to the public for educational use and are still in need of representation in a professional print setting. Please visit the contact section and inquire via email for further information regarding reprint, use, or sharing of these pieces.
My mother says she hates these
woods, I don’t like the vibes here.
I feel different I guess.
Sometimes I picture myself as a kid
again, peeling back secrets of
the creek bank, overturning
mossy edges and chasing
darting minnows, holed net in hand
Sometimes I think I should have
stayed there, my body cloaked by
the trickling waters, food
for the underfed native trout.
On mornings like this there is a
thickness in the air
(it may just be the cadium-coated
mug I’m sipping from)
I don’t like the vibes here either.
I don’t hate these woods, but
what is the word for
wishing to roll oneself calmly off
a shallow embankment, watch the world
dissipate through a wet lens,
blow your last breaths
studying intently the leaf-framed sky?
(These Woods was first published in Warren of Bloomsburg University, April 2017)
I would love to be the piece
dancing over the papillary meadow of your tongue
milling and sliding
over the snow-capped peaks of your incisors
But I wouldn’t mind either, being the unwanted glob
stuck fast to the underside of a school chair
left with just enough elasticity
to change my wandering ways,
and find a permanent home.
(Gum was first published by Twelve Point Collective, June 2017)
“These women are supposed to come see me but they never do… there’s the one who dances with a boa constrictor and writes every four weeks.” -Charles Bukowski
blue cheese and chili peppers?
the Red Hot’s could have
named themselves that and I may dig
on them a bit more.
I want to be that bathroom fly
on the wall, listening to your salty piss
trickle down stained porcelain.
do all these machines of ours
set an uncensored metronome?
madness, jubilee, overzealous
batteries rack rack
racking on hearts and brains.
there’s this dream from
some film where a girl
reaches into the toilet and
pulls out a rattlesnake, rips
its head clean off
like a champagne top.
she puts the head in my sheets.
I keep waking up angry
that she put it there.
there’s a rattlesnake head
in my sheets.
(Dreams was first featured by Dodging the Rain, September 2017)