Category archives: Poetry
Txt Msg
Sometimes this is how I feel. Also, I never text like this. — Txt Msg God, why ddnt u answer my txt? I sent it ystrdy at 2 pm rght aftr I rolld out of sin It said help me… continue reading »
Unsaid
Some things are better left unsaid. V. “Talk to me,” he says, caressing her hand and fondling the wrinkles of her numb fingers. She says, “I’m fine.” Not that he asked. They walk with naked stares into the night. She… continue reading »
Future/Present poem
I bought an e.e. cummings poetry book: this is what resulted. (Okay, this hardly exemplifies my admiration for cummings, but I did split a word between two lines.) Also, it’s fiction. Geez. Also, also: three syllable lines!! IV.Dear futurehusband, Iam… continue reading »
Grace grows in winter
Grace doesn’t grow in the springtime. Grace grows in the winter, when everything’s dead, when life is the brown sludge beneath your rubber boots. It comes as a surprise. We talk about life as having seasons. In the spring, life… continue reading »
one by one by one by one
3.Late Novemberand God is deadlike the maple trees and the leaves falling out of them. You did itwith a handful of the foliage of God, yanking leavesone by one by one by one—just so you know he’s gone:he’s dead. God… continue reading »
Relationships are always in flux
I told Nate I’ve forgotten how to write prose–perhaps I have. I’ve been writing poetry a lot lately, mostly for class, and I’ve written a lot of news stories. I haven’t had time to write creative prose. This blog may… continue reading »
and green and green and green …
II.Late Octoberand the Norway maple hasn’t turnedred or orange or whatever colorNorway maples turn. Todayand tomorrow:an endless cycle of greenand green and greenand green and green. Through the windowthe masochistsslit their wrists,crying but with bliss. — Author’s note: “Things that cause… continue reading »
Broken-down thoughts.
George MacDonald said, “Poetry is the highest form of the utterance of men’s thoughts.” Sometimes when I’m thoughtful and pensive and nostalgic and lonely and upset I write poetry. 1.I told God to sleepOn the couch. TonightI’ll sleep alone with the… continue reading »