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Undeclared

I woke up tired and cranky this morning. It wasn’t until I was halfway through my first cup of coffee that I started to feel awake and upbeat. This is a pretty typical morning for me. The thing is, I didn’t acquire a taste for coffee until after college, and this morning I found myself wondering how I made it through college without drinking coffee.

And then I thought, “I’m amazed I made it through college at all. How did I do that?” (Continued)

Totally Wired

Yesterday was a special day in the US (although sadly not a national holiday, which it should be, along with Election Day). It was the last day to file your income taxes. It’s a pain to do, but as a fan of things like social welfare and infrastructure, I actually like paying my taxes. (To be fair, I like it better when I get a refund, but ANYWAY.) Every year I say I’m going to do my taxes early and not wait until the last minute. HA HA HA HA HA guess what I did this year? Yep, the same thing I did last year, and the year before that, and the year before that. (Continued)

Tundra

quake my bones before i’m too old
in that secret place that you
haunt like an owl
scent of perfumed dust & loneliness
holding back the sunlight

listen closely
i’ll only say this twice

i can be brighter than anything
when i’m not bored & alone
in that secret place that you
haunt like an owl

so
quake my bones before i’m too old
& don’t hold back the sunlight

A Crack in the Pavement

pretending everything is good
& it probably is
but thinking makes it no so
with our broken telescopes shattering
the carnival around & within

sometimes it’s all we’ve got

that
& hope

Three Little Words

how sweet it would be
to open my mouth
& tell you
everything
all the somethings in my head
1-10
a-z
like stardust falling to the earth

occasions come & go
just like a calendar in a bin
& you might never know
the taste of seaweed
the feel of skin
electric
the dash of darkness
the time
run down

it all comes out
wrong
bitten back with blood
it’s easier to sing a song
than tell the truth
to spit it out
authentic
& pale as a spoon

counting down the time
10-1
graphing x & y
this never was easy
but
at least
when push came to shove
i knew what to do

& maybe
i will again
be able to speak against
the thunder & hail
maybe tomorrow
maybe someday