I wouldn’t say no to naked pictures from you. See, I’m over here worrin’ about bein’ unemployed, Watchin’ my sister walk with cane at 17,–Readin’ obituaries with gusto, hopin’ for teen car-crashes–Because she’s gonna have to have someone die to stop her pain,–‘n even that ain’t gonna be permanent. Worryin’ I’m bein’ some sort of …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #32 (2014)
Did I mention you were beautiful? Would you like me to count the ways?
Untitled #310 (2013)
Right, let’s be clear about this: I’m not shy about talking about sex on my blog, but as raunchy as I get, this is different. This is straight up attempt at erotic poetry. If that’s not up your alley, don’t read this. Also, if you know me in person (or are related to me), this …
Untitled #31 (2014)
There’s a hundred things I should do,instead of writing to you.Those letters we passed back and forth,stopped,and instead I wrote poem after poem,trying to explain what letters and eye contact never could.I never did, I never would.I hope your marriage is the most beautiful.I hope your love is everything.I know you deserve it.Congratulations,London.
Untitled #302 (2013)
I read an article today that talked about the various “out of time” references in Shakespeare’s plays that made the point “research is always necessary”. I decided the internet needed a visual guide to poetic devices. It’s not complete, but here’s the start. Feel free to help me out on this project. Maybe if we …
Untitled #30 (2014)
educators taught me a great deal about the rules of writing,reading taught me nothing follows any rules but its own. we participate in laws of all stripe by choice,when they fail to serve,we destroy them, rewrite them.Rules and laws serve us,not us them. let the protests prism,do not mock the new language:all lives matter,don’t shoot.
Untitled #3 (2014)
Straight terms,since most of you are strangers,‘n new to my spectacle,I was almost a father once. named the kid. and then he wasn’t. and because of the method,I don’t have much stock in trying again. I don’t dwell on it they way I used to,but when I got relatives askin’ about kids,he’s got that special …
Untitled #297 (2013)
I used to do these all the time. This is an occlusion poem, you take a piece of prose or poem, and use the silhouette of a person as a mask to hide everything but the text inside their body. It works for objects too.
Untitled #296 (2013)
This one is called “in my memory”
Untitled #295 (2013)
And another one. I’ve posted this one before, but it looks better as an image. It’s called “How can I put this concretely?”
