A woman I know lost her mother, and she longs for her on Christmas, I only know because for some reason she vented to me, Probably because I had shared my own piece of life a few days before, But that’s not right, is it? She shared nothing with me but a sense of unease. …
Post Type Archives: Poems
College = Bitter, or Why I Dropped Out (2013)
I’m tired of a system that values my funds more than my intelligenceI’m tired of a system that teaches to groups rather than individualsI’m tired of a system that pushes young people into career paths that are five years out of dateI’m tired of a system that demands you be frugal and intelligent with your …
Cold (2014)
I always find myself smoking in the cold eventually. I remember sleeping on the living room floor, as close to a space heater as I could manage, without setting myself on fire, the heat isn’t on yet, the heat isn’t on, winter winds in drafts around the door, waking up in sleeping bags and …
Cleaning Ourselves (2013)
Last night I had the strangest dream.It was about marriage,We were shotgun married,Even though I didn’t love her,Even though we hadn’t done anything,In my grandmother’s old house,Even though she was dead,and the house long sold to someone else. The thing I longed for more than anything,Was the shower with her.Not because it was more intimate,But …
clean the kitchen, you don’t do much anyhow. (2013)
i’m about ten steps too far down this fucked up road,and i feel like i do a hell of a job keepin’ that under wraps. “and what the hell would it be like to forget?” ever been on a drinkin’ binge?you ever been hung over so much it starts to feel routine?you ever get …
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Christian (2014)
The grounds ‘a shakin’the animals all quakin’lightin’ strikes,‘n sacred rites,oh god,oh dear god,I hurt your feelin’s. I’m sorry, boy,I’m so sorry. Hey, I gotta ask ya,you ever had someone try to rape ya?You ever had those fire-lock eyes run ya up ‘n down?You ever had strong hands,far-too-strong hands,run themselves along?Did I ever tell you about …
Chill Out (2013)
Not ice-cube passed between lips chill,In a bath of ice because your kidney is gone chill.Everyone’s gone an picked up a bad habit of slingin’ hate back and forth. If I’m finding the time to hit on folks in the middle of family drama, it can’t be all bad. I’m assuming that’s true for you …
Certified Web Developer (2017)
I still write poetry in broken ways little snippets of (in)efficient beauty– –tucked in so many corners of the internet. in servers and backrooms shallow roots to the byte of life. but mostly,I pun-t out quick dirty code, and snark up the comments.
Casting Off (2014)
I dreamt them flood waters were risin’,I dreamt the deep was lappin’, lappin’ at me. ‘n as them waves rise up, I climb into this writer’s desk, [old carpentry, without nail or glue, deep, wide, ‘n solid.] and downstream I go, pen scritchin’, scritchin’ along.
catching in the throat (2014)
Gold and Amber leaves and lensflare sunsets on gently soaring bridges that kiss the valleys.I remember these about you;you say that you miss me,but I don’t talk about breathing. to put it blunt.
