Tentative Title 1: PrintempsTentative Title 2: Cheap Date “This city,”He said“Has me smoking like a train” Shoveling more coal in his throatI light the fire in between his lipsThen take a video of it burning He is a stranger to meAnd we have walked in the rain In this cityfor milesFor pictures of cherry blossoms We … [Read more…]
Pandemonium Dear Lettie,It’s been 8 months Since I went anywhereWith anyoneother than You Remember? We sat so highThat striped tent Made our hair stand on end That wasBefore all of thisBefore the coughingBefore the distanceBefore the lines of half facesBecame the sign of contributing citizens I wonder what happened To all of those monkeysI wonder if the only time they … [Read more…]
I go best with cigarettes And shitty poetry You can find me in All those places Where you go to worship Or loathe yourself The twenty four hour diners And the basement bars I sell indulgences At altars of hopelessness Notes of dirt And caramel I am a drug of choice No one seems to … [Read more…]
Final Draft of “The Apple” There is a heartthat swings too lowand yet too high A trap door of temptation A scornful, sooted eye An angels breath on gossamer leavesclings to the motherof cyanide seeds.
Ultraviolence creamybeforea bashing of oneselfinto the corner curbof the concrete walk a belted armyserving a societybuilt on sins for now,they sitcordialDrinking the milk of another
As I have a significant experience with ePortfolio, I think I’d like to spend most of this blog discussing my feelings about annotations. When I read a text, I prefer to read it without any context at first. Afterwards, I like to do some research about the author so I can piece together the historical … [Read more…]
16:42 after PRN Ativan. I sit there Watching the child—A half dead batteryResting in between two copper coilsin the back of a television remote. I thank god he’s sleeping this long;Because it means I get to sit longer. Stare longer.A blade of grass balancing a single drop of dew until the sun burns it away. When he … [Read more…]
Tentative Title: Evening Waves The sky tonight reminds me of yogurtThe sugared kind that I used to pack awayBefore I turned double digitsThe kind I used to peel open Bracing myself for the splatter The sky kind of feels like that too todayLike I’ve been waiting for it to come crashing down I tell you about … [Read more…]
Tentative title: “Second Child Puppet Show” I am consistently remindedof how tenuously the chordsof my existence were played.I am both a last try, and a last opportunity Can you believe? the last drop of DNA used—to compose my half a brain. I live in the scarecrow realmconsistently distracted by my own processing speedso that my … [Read more…]
Boston, MA These photos were taken at the opening of the MassArt Museum opening in Boston. The exhibit was by the Portuguese artist Joana Vasconcelos. To me, these photos exhibit derived energy and deep remorse. Both the art, and the opening represent new beginnings and triumphs over negative and toxic contexts. Vasconcelo stated that this … [Read more…]
