In his first collection of short, short stories – some just a few paragraphs long – Greg Roensch breathes life into characters from all walks of life and creates whole worlds, many of which exist in the shadowy realm between dream and reality.
It's an afternoon like any other when a man leaves home for a short jog through his neighborhood. Little does he know that his jog will become a race for his life. This short animated poetry film (3 minutes) was inspired by the tragic death of Ahmaud Arbery on February 23, 2020.
A plump gray cartoon mouse. A black cat. A conversation at San Francisco's Ocean Beach. This short poetry film captures the sights and sounds of the beach, with a soundtrack featuring snapping guitar strings and marimba.
In his second short, short story collection, Greg Roensch takes us to the raw and nervy edges of life. We might find ourselves running from a heist gone wrong, preparing for a championship fight, or having our guts ripped out by something from our nightmares.
We met in high school and bonded over comics, Star Trek, and rock music. I created this poem / audio collage as a tribute to a best friend gone too soon. A mutual acquaintance called the piece “a seven-minute thirty-nine-second spiritual experience!" I like that description.
This is a poetry-film about a firestorm, a pandemic, and murder hornets. Yes, it pretty much sums up the last year and a half ... and counting. Featuring original music by Crystal Pascucci (cello) and Ryan Ross Smith (electronics).
Step right this way. The show's about to begin. Hurry, hurry. It's gonna be a blast. I wrote this post-apocalyptic-pop song after reading an article about how Chernobyl has become a tourist destination.
A pandemic-lockdown-influenced poetry-film – and an audio-visual rumination – about big-mouthed politicians and the lies they spew.
While waiting in an airport security line, I saw the usual signs. No sharp objects. No flammable substances. No firearms. Then my attention was drawn to an image of a grenade with a slash through it. Is this what we've come to, I thought? That's where this song came from.
A desert dream vision. A deathbed hallucination. An extraterrestrial encounter. In this short poetry-film, the narrator visits the Southern California desert where he relives various stages of his life while wandering through a surreal landscape.
An old oak falls in a vineyard, leaving a large dirt patch in the middle of the vines. It's the perfect spot for a labyrinth, the narrator thinks as he ponders the news of the day, from the climate crisis to the latest mass shooting to the first images from the Webb telescope.
"A book is missing from my shelf..." So begins this short poetry-video in which the narrator ruminates on the imagined contents of his missing book.
“Dream of Sailing” is set in a faraway hospital where the narrator, recently returned from war, imagines a life at sea. But will he ever leave the confines of the infirmary?
