Category archives: Poetry
Wishing writing could change me
Sometimes I think my writing can change me. And it always can, but only to a certain extent. I want writing to bring me peace about a situation, but it’s only temporary. I think of my smoking poem from last… continue reading »
Screaming alongside us
Eli, Eli My God, my God, why do I forsake you while I hang on the cross of my screw-you, my hell-no, my let’s-just-get-this-over-with, my it-couldn’t-get-worse-than-this, my lies, my leanings and inclinations toward the better-for-me-worse-for-you? You’re the only one who… continue reading »
Cross-train
So I write a lot — go figure, I’m a writing major. But, I don’t spend a lot of time writing for fun. As outlined in my last Scriptwriting blog post, I do a lot of everything for my classes,… continue reading »
Why I hate when you smoke, a poem
How I hate when you smoke Revised with a new title and everything. A special thanks to Mary Brown. On the rare occasion I want to stand outside with you while you hold and light, inhale and exhale in puffs… continue reading »
Losing, a poem
Losing Sometimes I think I’m a sadist. I want change, even if it means losing blood or sanity, even if it means taking my things back and leaving or telling you how I… continue reading »
Poetry as Therapy pt. I
I’m working on a blog post for Scriptwriting about poetry as a form of therapy, which will go up this weekend, but for right now I thought I’d post an example of that. I hate that Dr. King and IWU… continue reading »
I love you.
I call this a prose poem. I also call it an apology. — I love you. Okay, now say it with more feeling. I love you? Better, but with more passion this time. I love you? Close, but it’s missing… continue reading »
"Let’s break up," a poem
VII.“Let’s break up,” she saidjust to rile him up. She liked the wayhis eyes turned glossy.If she were luckya tear would ski downhis cheekdodging flags and treescalled frecklesand she could catch it on its final turnon a lower peakbefore the… continue reading »
The Incarnation, a poem
The Incarnation Let’s talk the “Incarnation” because it is a big word for something easy for me to describe: God the baby. God, who has the power to shape-shift, turned himself from a God into a human. Sort of. It’s… continue reading »
Finals interlude
Okay, so I haven’t been inspired to write at all. I’m just trying to get everything finished: finals, classes, papers, projects, etc. So here’s a poem I wrote for creative writing this semester. It’s about — guess who? VI.On his… continue reading »