Unspoken Word Poetry
Unspoken word poetry: for all the things left unsaid that might feel awkward in my throat but might be heard if read.
Warm South Breeze
When spring comes to your part of the world, so will poetry to your mind. Spring is just made of poetry. But the warm south breeze will blow all the paper away and you won’t be able to write any … Continued
CAPS LOCK
I’D LIKE TO WRITE A THOUGHTFUL POEM, I’D LIKE TO WRITE A SOOTHING SONG, BUT ALL I CAN DO IS YELL AT YOU BECAUSE THE CAPS LOCK IS STUCK ON.
For My Birthday
This is for my birthday– a moment of quiet to write poetry. Not silent, as I can still hear the whisper of warm air from the register, the chatter of my daughter, the clank of the dishwasher, the steps of … Continued
We Are Breathing With Two Nostrils Now
We are breathing with two nostrils now. That is my new way of saying “We are cooking with gas now!” And we are. Four burners and a griddle, a broiler and an oven, but no vent hood for the days … Continued
Contagious Thoughts
When all of your thoughts turn to coughing and snot and come flying out of your face, they’re no longer profound but they sure get around. You wish it were poems in their place.
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I need to write more poems again.I miss the way my brain worked then.I also need to play more songs,design more websites, right more wrongs,find more clients, make more cash,do more with my craft-stuff stash,speak more Spanish, read more books,spend … Continued
How to Write a Poem
How to write a poem–I wish I could explain.I just knowit starts to growsomewhere in my brain.
It Would Have Been Easy
If I could have only seenexactly what this year would bringthis would have been easy.I could have locked myself behind a doorand written every poem beforehand.It would have been easy. But this hasn’t been easy.Have you seen how fast time … Continued
First Things First
There are corners to be cleanedand pages to be seen,fruit to be pressedand a desk that is a mess. But you can’t sing your own songuntil you write your own poem.That’s just the way it goes;first things first. There are … Continued