I’ve shared a poem on this blog every Friday for a while now, but I’m going to scale back. I want to maintain a sense of control over this blog, and I want to post excellent work that will be well-worth your time.
Between my main profession and some career development I’m working on there, as well as other aspects of growing my writing career, and you know… life… I don’t currently have time to give a weekly poem of the quality I want these posts to be at.
I’m going to cut back to every other Friday for now. Thanks as always for reading! See you next week! 😉
You never croak, but you roar like a frog.
You bark an extended note, though you never howl.
You write her love songs, drunk on ale.
Buzzed on tea, I ink the sound down.
‘S’alright. My pen’s as neutered
as I always said it was.
And my love’s as strong as you strike
over, and over, and over again. Sway side to side.
I see the curves that your hips don’t make, Man.Read More »
Scrapes and scuttles above my bed
but beneath the record player crooning
carols for the sliders and shufflers
to grate and whoosh to-
Do tree and garland rise in the upstairs room?
Or does the furniture scoot to perfect
And that, for feet to twirl and sway-
for the first or hundredth time?
With arms open as wide as the heartsRead More »
My feelings towards you confuse me,
or at least they would
if I ever bothered to think about them.
I don’t.Read More »
After a month of nearly falling off the bottom of the earth,
Ma placed me in my bed, where I woke imagining
feeling wide-eyed, refreshed, wondrous of where I was-
jumping off the bed, landing in flexible splat as impossible
as the dogs I used to try to draw were ugly.
I didn’t really know how dogs’ heads or human bodies worked,
but I wanted a Lisa Frank retriever and my butt to be in the air,Read More »
My head is blank
up for grabs
up for sale
if you’re evilRead More »
I’m currently in the seeking agents and publishers stage with my first full-length manuscript. Thank you for all your support on my poetry journey thus far! I can’t tell you much about the manuscript besides the fact that it’s filled with material not found here, but let’s hope someone picks it up so I can start teasing about it!
I can give you another teaser, though- Do enjoy the below poem. Part of the same narrative, it chronologically proceeds my usual, upcoming Friday poem. They both deal with processing things through dreams and the curious psychological rather than external shiftsRead More »