poem fragments and drafts from my portfolio-in-progress…
“rewrite of someone else’s persona poem”
Rain soaked through your broken-brimmedhat at the bus stop, as I changed gearsand clicked the wheel of my iPod around again.I coasted through green, looking up to studythe waves of skin and rainwater crestingto hair-thin carved lines around your slate-colored eyes.
“rewrite of someone else’s [...]
these are photos that I have taken with my cameraphone; their low quality adds to the artsy vibe, and makes me think of polaroids…
The scraps…
It’s the exact color of my dad’s 1989 Ford Explorer,greener than the Trojan EZ wrapper at the corner,greener still than your bedroom, but bluer than your kitchen.
Handlebars spread over with the rust of individual raindrops,tea-colored as the river istea-colored,shining, otherwise, like the river shines.And tasting like your mouth after you suckthe summer sweat from [...]
(cover painting, Self Portrait as Tender Mercenary by Julie Heffernan)
I TRY NOT TO WALK INTO BOOKSTORES. I try not to walk into bookstores because there, like the animal shelter, or a non-profit thrift store, I can nearly always talk myself into spending money that I don’t have. I’m a student, and as much as I [...]
“Alley Bookshelf”
I rescued a bookshelf from the alleytodaythere’s a bike there too,gray Schwinn without a chain.I think the girl we heard moving outyesterdaymust have left them.
(If it isn’t gone by trash-day, will you call?Ask Travis to mend it,and tell him I’ll pay him.)
I know you hate that I walk alone,but I need it.You [...]
Grizzly Bear at the 9.30 Club:
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Feist at the 9.30 Club in DC:
“There was”
There was a me that loved you.But I stopped listening to heryears ago. She was alwayswild-eyed and scary, stupid,and crazy for love of you.
But I can’t hide from her longer.It’s worth it to feel whole,to turn around and hold her.She had long hair and fewerclothes. Remember?
“Change”
She hands me a [...]
“While walking, the body and the mind can work together, so that thinking becomes almost a physical, rhythmic act–so much for the Cartesian mind/body divide. Spirituality and sexuality both enter in; the great walkers often move through both urban and rural places in the same way; and even past and present are brought together[...]And [...]
I DID MAKE IT HOME from London, about a week ago, now. I wanted to write here…I craved to write here. But, the adjustment home has been one rife with the most personal sorts of discoveries. I spent a week at “home” with my family…I use this term loosely because my nuclear [...]
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