I’ve been sleeping terribly the last few days. (or do I feel that way every day?) I just realized why. (and it’s a good reason why) 🙂 There are so many creative project ideas in my head. (thatIwanttothrust a salvo of magic into the world!) I want to do it all. (I feel good) and that […]
I fucked up. I made mistakes. I regret them. I am learning from them. I am losing from them. I am dying inside from them. Inside and inside out. I thought I had figured out more about myself than I have. I thought I had figured out more about you than I have. All of […]
Coaster poetry for Michael Van Horn, who provided the inspirational word: Triskaidekaphobia. 10, 11. They’re OK. What’s your name again? Your plastic limbs don’t fit in here. You’re cold and calculating. 9+3 = twelve. Twelve times I said I was done. with you. You and your 20 fingers. You and your 15 ‘little white lies’ […]
Coaster poetry for Christi, who provided the inspirational word: Perspicacious. You say blue, I say gray. You see the sun, I see turbulence, vitriol, and mangled decay. You always wanted to live then. French Revolution. In your sodded petticoat and shaved matted hair, swept down cobblestone streets in this week’s ferment. Will you regret that you […]
Coaster poetry for Rachel, who provided the inspirational word: Sublime. wait. yell my name in to the ceiling. I’ll do it too, with yours. but you have to look up. up up up up. they watch us through the rafters and let them go. the sounds. if. we push just perfectly. Do you hear them laugh […]
Coaster poem for Natasha Livesly, who provided the inspirational (and homegrown!) word: Homeopropriostasis. place the stone. you place the stone. it balances. the way the tufts do to the core before you blow. they dance as newborns before they walk. they dance to words they don’t yet know. to be words or other things. a garbage […]
don’t ask me why my lips sag as they do. a fleshy awning above my chin. a-tremble with yesterday’s incident. crackling among coals. i give myself too fast. heaved in to a sack and zipped up to the tippy-top of two fingertips. quick, jump in. we’ll tumble out together. lucky fishies. from the belly of […]
until she got the news. there was a putrid silence. a rancid pot of beans. until she got the news. the sight of it. = clenched teeth. plastic faces. frozen in a facade of fallacy. immobile lips to smiles and speech. until she got the news.