Monthly Archives: April 2019
Thoughts on Heroism
Two more poems. Almost done! Thoughts on Heroism If you and I are in a forest and a bear charges us I will do the brave thing and stand stock-still so you can sprint for safety and I’ll feel the … Continue reading
Uncanny Valley
Day 28. Uncanny Valley Here’s the story of a lovely lady who married the world’s wisest architect, a man with a maid and an Astroturf lawn. They raised six kids conveniently matching in hair and gender and though the Vietnam … Continue reading
Sick
It’s day 27 of NaPoWriMo, and I feel terrible. Sick shivering under the comforter on an 80° day dog at my feet cat on my hip as I try to sleep through a rumbling stomach and intestines signaling distress and … Continue reading
bandaid
Today’s first line comes from my friend Julie Ayers. bandaid the bandaid was too small but it was the only one so he tried to stretch it hello kitty’s face warping into an acid-hell nightmare placed over the scrape on … Continue reading
Closer to Whole
Day 25. Closer to Whole you can barely stand and I can barely see but if you take my hand we will surely be closer to whole the damage of our pasts does not define today tomorrow’s coming fast together … Continue reading
Customer Help Line
Day 24. Customer Help Line Hello! We are experiencing higher than normal call volume so please visit our website where you can resolve almost any issue without the wait! We know you have already tried that because this is 2019 … Continue reading
Don’t Swerve
Day 23. Don’t Swerve We tried to swerve swear to god but the cat was too fast faster than we anticipated and the front left wheel bumped upward with a crunch and I realized that had my cousin held the … Continue reading
No Retreat
Day 22. No Retreat maybe I’m maturing backwards at 17, I knew it all I couldn’t wait until I could leave home and make all of those giants fall I thought only I had a firm grasp on life in … Continue reading
on zoloft
We are three weeks into National Poetry Writing Month. on zoloft all i need is half a pill– a jagged, broken hunk 50 mg (-ish) of generic medication– and my thunderclap mind settles like dew on dogwood blossoms. one tablet … Continue reading
Thanks, Mom
Writing time is limited today. Thanks, Mom Thanks for the Easter clothes and the gift card to Olive Garden and I really appreciate the good teeth (which could not have come from Dad). It took me years to realize how … Continue reading
...said the blind man... 