After taking a break for the winter holidays, I’m working on getting back into a consistent writing schedule. One would think, with my consulting day job practically dried up at the moment, that I’d have even more time to write, … Continue reading Groundwater
A thousand worlds contained, bound by paper, colored by print. A thousand worlds packed side-by-side, labeled, described. A thousand worlds crowded together, clamoring, silent. A thousand worlds owned, displayed, forgotten. Continue reading Bookshelf
I lie in bed I stare at a screen I rest my head My body leans To the side No urge to work No drive to do Duties shirked I push through I sighed I’m okay I worked … Continue reading Apathy
What spider is this, Caught between two panes of glass? Why is it here, Where so many people pass? Asymmetrical, Legs colored like oranges. Disturbing, unnerving, still. What are those lumps on its appendages? What camera is this, Reflected in … Continue reading Privilege
A lilac discarded in a stream. Abandoned, forgotten, like a dream. Too heavy to move, too fragile to last, This vibrant once-dream will fade into the past. One by one its petals will fall, be carried away To decay In … Continue reading Discarded
Today I return to poetry. This was an unintended poetry practice. I was shuffling through my horde of photos looking for one to use with the prose poetry I’ve been experimenting with lately and realized I had a lot of … Continue reading Forest Path
I think most people can relate to being rudely woken up when on the cusp of sleep. I found this poem scribbled in one of my many notebooks with a date at the top of September 26, 2014. I remember writing it at one or two in the morning and was very sleep deprived. I’m honestly surprised I managed to write anything coherent, let alone maintain a consistent rhyming scheme. The events described in the poem are completely autobiographical and, in hindsight, quite funny. My prayers were said, I was lying in bed, The lights were off. I was nice … Continue reading Sleep Interrupted
I have another practice poem this week. This one was written before last week’s poem, but it was more difficult to write. It came in bits and pieces over the course of a week, then had to be set aside … Continue reading Poetry Practice #2
Today, I wrote most of a poem while sitting in the laundromat. Continue reading Poetry Practice
Whenever I’m searching for words I reflexively stare out the window. I let them tumble around a little in my head before I try and put them on paper or a screen. This means it looks like I daydream way more than I write, but I prefer that to staring blankly at a pen or keyboard. When I stare out a window it feels like I might be imagining something. When I stare at a pen or keyboard it feels like writer’s block. Occasionally when I stare out the window, I see cool things, such as the storm front on … Continue reading Staring Out A Window
Staring Out A Window 