So I’ve always wanted to do A poetry reading like A standup comedy act – Cue the laughter – There’s just always been Something so beatnik In the pauses and silence, Where you can hear the almost Not quite imaginary cymbals clash, That moment heavy With anticipation, tense preparation – The spitting of water – […]
poignant realization that i really ought to keep up with new writing/publishing platforms… this was the hurried result. Call me “old school” that I still use DeviantArt and WordPress and occasionally, OCCASSIONALLY, Blogger, (accept that I still call it Blogspot). I like the fact that it contains The genesis of my musings. See, I’ve been […]
I had a type once, Beyond the standard checklist of Bright eyes, kind smile, Must tell jokes. No, My type was far simpler: Only douchebag nice guys need apply. And indeed, only they did. I used to spend hours lamenting, Pondering, questioning “why?” I Always came 2nd or even 3rd to Their family, their boys, […]
I lit my first cigarette at 17 Back lit by a Swiss playground Inhaled to quell the boredom. The lighter flickered in the damp air, Unsure fingers experimenting with Vague impressions, channeling James Dean, Norma Jean, Bukowski, Nicotine tendrils that curled around Caressing my faded grey hoodie I tried my first drag, burning Couldn’t inhale. […]
His words fell into and outside of me, Some fey wander I put blanket terms over charming boys Faded into the background Her glamour is made up eyes Black and glossy Hepburn I wanted to tell him why breakfast at tiffanys Brought flutters to my fledgling heart Why my whiskey soul thirsted Dying embers yearning. […]
My fingers trail after the ghost of you Memory pretty boy with your pretty words Spinning beautiful mindscapes in my universe. I want to breath you in All the intricacies that make you human And inhale your hurt, that I may unburden your being. Pretty xylophone magic that ignites A joy that almost aches Because […]
We put marks on everything. Luggage tags, Name cards, Signatures, Post-its For the longest time, I thought They were called post-sticks, Like the sticky note I have of that time We were in my dorm And I asked you what the name was For the thing that heats water up, And you laughed, “you mean […]
It’s mid-november again, Auburn stars falling around me And I imagine you wrapped in your scarf, The one that took me forever to knit, The one that didn’t come out quite right. I know things have changed, They’ve been changed for a long time. Three years too far, two continents too long… Your scent is […]
I was named for a poet And so I spent most of my life Emulating him. I was 10 when I discovered that I Held a magic ability to twist words, Manipulate emotions, Sentences of longing that made you want. The funny thing is, I didn’t Actually learn how to read until I was 9. […]
I had a lover once who called me his Fireworks, He would trace love poems into my skin, whispering Stories of his past, our presence, but never our future. The night I left, he drove me to the beach where we danced To the midnight waves. There, buried within the cold sand Is the slice […]
lessons of summer 