Listen to me read this poem in the embedded player below or on SoundCloud: he lay there gasping for the numb to end his was an unfelt pain all in his head — er, heart that's what these romantics swear by their cardiovascular deity but I took pity on him nonetheless his red carnivore gravity… Continue reading faith n’ flickers
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Replenished Purr
another soul / napping on you guarantees / you will feel more loved
Edgemoor
Night is like a song that you can't see so you make up scenery to fill the gaps between fluorescent highways. and forests possible. Figments of figs twist with twigs into nocturnal architectures of confusing beauty. Headlights slice into your eyes and ruin the surprise so you return to sound of foggy rain and smoky… Continue reading Edgemoor
Blinks of Awe Beyond the iPad
So far only poetry lovers with iPads have been able to read blinks of awe, my new poetry book. People without an iPad can now get a better peek at the poetry in the book, which you can see, touch, and hear. I also want to learn where else people want to experience this kind… Continue reading Blinks of Awe Beyond the iPad
#haiku
On a re-reading of my previous post, I realized the end of the poem contained a haiku: On the shore’s blue blend men become boys again toes plucked from the sand That made me smile, share it on Twitter, and look for other #haiku tweets. Here are my favorites: https://twitter.com/tankaqueen/status/234750794350604289 https://twitter.com/DreamsOfTaos/status/234694424205082624 https://twitter.com/benzbara_/status/233270676251897858 https://twitter.com/aMrazing/status/232879582733295619 https://twitter.com/DreamsOfTaos/status/232230369011838976 https://twitter.com/marousia/status/232081278613213184… Continue reading #haiku
Ripping Current
I return where I was born, not physically Driving a machine that didn't yet exist through the sleepy streets nocturnal every intersection bursting with memories Past overgrown trees surrounding an elementary school I can't see Thrusting into radio static songs names scenes all unfamiliar except the change drums as predictable as heartbeats On the sandy… Continue reading Ripping Current
Expired Eyes
The scars you leave on me are just tattoos that no one else can see, they've bled ad nauseam, invisible ink pouring from the pores of lashes and old sores, a tale of muted agony tailed by the climax of a self-fulfilling prophecy. I knew. The stars you leave me with are just dreams that… Continue reading Expired Eyes
Without Tomorrow
The glass cracks before my eyes and I admire the fractal patterns. Branching limbs reaching for the edges, just to find them. Nails on endless rows of fingertoes too short, too close, too hurt. So hungry for an end they forget to taste. So soon we'll suffocate. But now will never breathe again. Tomorrow we expire.… Continue reading Without Tomorrow
Color Me Synesthesia (audio)
Here's a recording of a poem I published a month ago, Color Me Synesthesia: (If you don't see anything above, listen to the track on SoundCloud.) before, I was but a pencil line _______________, simple little stroke, lacking even a squiggle but you you traced me well, gave me depth & Definition a flair of ink,… Continue reading Color Me Synesthesia (audio)
euloJune
Today I learned to breathe and the air was full of fragments that tasted like the moment. I didn't dare hold on. Just inhaled all I could and waved at dusk-soaked curtains and darker ocean folds and warmer nights stretching into tomorrow. A summer fever collapsed into a delicate ember with beads of sweat, pockets… Continue reading euloJune
uncatchably
Recorded the sound of rain but can't hear when it repeats repeats repeats, is every rain drop unique like every snowflake, or are they just reflections of a somber surround? Took off my glasses for a blurry fog but can't see where it retreats retreats retreats, a gorgeous mess of color, is every splat alive like… Continue reading uncatchably
Forever June (audio)
In the spirit of Why You Should be Recording Your Poetry, here is a recording of my last poem, Forever June: (If you don't see anything above, listen to the track on SoundCloud.) Can't it be forever June, forever new ever curious, passion like a just lit flame, faces, features quirks all unfamiliar, all unremembered… Continue reading Forever June (audio)
Why You Should Be Recording Your Poetry
I hate voice recording. It's time-consuming, error-prone, frustrating, requires a range of skills, and is easily ruined by fickle technology. That sounds just like voice recording's ugly cousin - video editing. But as much as I hate it, I've found voice recording to be an increasingly valuable and necessary part of my process of writing… Continue reading Why You Should Be Recording Your Poetry
What Else Can a Poem Be?
The following snippet of Jack Morgan's review of blinks of awe brings up some fun questions: ...it's hard to judge his poetry by itself because it isn't. Are we going to start judging poetry like we do films and plays, where every job is criticized on its own merit? Should I take the sound production… Continue reading What Else Can a Poem Be?
Forever June
Can't it be forever June, forever new ever curious, passion like a just lit flame, faces, features quirks all unfamiliar, all unremembered names Can't we be forever in debut, forever unexplored a thousand little sticks huddled at the edges of the flame Can't the fire stay humble and stay hungry Can't fueling now be our… Continue reading Forever June
Haikubes, again
Haikubes are a small collection of blocks you can use to write haiku. You can roll two inspiration dice and write on that theme. I played around with these last month and dug them out again tonight. Here's what I came up with when I rolled [ die 1 ] and [ die 2 ]:… Continue reading Haikubes, again
Color Me Synesthesia
before, I was but a pencil line _______________, simple little stroke, lacking even a squiggle but you you traced me well, gave me depth & Definition a flair of ink, a dash of curve~ discovered fingerprints with graphite, the shade of skin with lead of many shades of gray, revised my irises until they were… Continue reading Color Me Synesthesia
Hello, June
you wake from a sweaty slumber and send a quiet wave past the illuminated curtains. she's here. ignore the clocks sleeping in shouldn't be a secret you won't miss her gentle, warm debut it runs through us in waves until the school bells chime. but you don't think of that end so far away from today's… Continue reading Hello, June
Just a memory
One two three, and you're just a memory. Passed through me like a breath rushing to escape these layered days bookended in a haze of smoke disguised as ethics. Eyes don't perceive the depth of field in this panorama of you. Fingers reach out but can't touch a thought. With sense of smell improved, less hunger, sleep no… Continue reading Just a memory
Infinite Cigarette
you light up late at night, indulging my newly-found addiction it's just before you have to leave but the orange breaths of gray help you stay a moment... longer- your smoke fills my bubble and hugs me with thoughts i never thought ideal ideas taking inappropriate shape between quick and quiet looks punctuated by smiles… Continue reading Infinite Cigarette
Arsenal of Words 