(this “poem” is the result of a very interesting experience i had the other night. I was sitting in an appartment with some guys in a band, who just started picking up their guitars, pedal boards, and keyboard/synthesizer, to jam. Sitting on the couch, the musical energy was palpable. I dug [...]
“Ripples” (”Sight Out of the Window” 
Wave the glass of ages- Magnolia leaves ripple with wind and with time.I can see blocks [...]
“Somewhere, somehow somebodyMust have kicked you around someTell me why you wanna lay thereAnd revel in your abandonListen it don’t make no difference to me babyEverybody’s had to fight to be freeYou see you don’t have to live like a refugee”-tompetty
A return to my third (gasp) year of college, to the life of the mind, [...]
I just vacuumed half of Carolina Beach out of my car, loaded it with shtufff (a.k.a. my wardrobe/bookshelf…the bare essentials, of course), washed it, gassed it, and collapsed into this chair. I am gross/sweaty. …whatev.
So…..back to school? Hmm, here goes nothing: 18 credits*, new boy toy, new advisor, independent study, 239492340972 books (and almost as [...]
Vision TwoNight falls with worryand my sleep is fitful,fatigue erasing consciousnessi see her face below a swadle of pinkshe was my first mentor, whosesoft, urgent voice replaced mine own.she has lost a babyI feel sadand know not what to say
“Vision One”(Concentration camp of sorts. I am searching for my dead grandmother, Isabel Blackwell Roberts.)i have fallen from my familyand eat dust on the roadwhere is she, many strangers?where is the matriarchfor whom I pine?I have lost her (not to death)but to the negligenceof humankind.the vision is of a decade I never saw(in this lifetime).i [...]
I have written a rough sequence of poems over the last couple of mornings (as yet, they are under construction still) that stem from very fantastical dreams I have had as of late. For the duration of the full moon and during its late waxing, and early waning, I took incredibly vivid, complicated, emotional [...]
my writing has taken the form of a lot of verbal correspondence as of late. this has been an interesting time for me, where i have attempted to write less…as words can sometimes be a classification of things, making things objective and otherly from the self. It is better not to have this seperation of [...]
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