Back Porch Revel

It was high time / I got out of there

Light

Light is a little like…

Against the Grain

These / dots / these evil / deep, dark / drops / I / can’t / stand / them / must / stop / them

unorthodox: a(visual)n essay

where a mouse sees the future or a rabbit causes an earthquake to tear the ancient hospital apart.

Kinda Funny Traced Poems

Funny-ish poems about my morning commute when I lived in Dresden, Humpty Dumpty and a Martian.

Traced Visual Poems

Visual poems that are basically my high school experience.

Break Up Poem

… because I am a fool.

If Ya Wanna Dance with Me

The poem was written over the imagined form of a dancing body, which was followed by tracing the dancer with the help of, you guessed it, my overhead projector.

Overhead Projector Poem-ing 5

For this group of Overhead Projector Poem-ing poems I decided I would take my fancy projector to the Wick Poetry Center.

Time Wasters: When I’m not Writing Poems

I will say this: Jupiter Ascending is a fantastic movie and you should stop judging it.

Overhead Projector Poem-ing 4

I work hard to ignore the critical voice in my head telling me that poems need to be finished and should never appear before a reader’s eyes without first having gone through many revisions and multiple workshop partners.

But that ain’t livin.

About Overhead Projector Poem-ing

We grow. We learn. We wipe it all away.

Relativity for Kids Like Me

All I know is I must be on another planet than mostpeople.

Overhead Projector Poem-ing 3

ink that manifested that poem is a stain on an old cotton shirt

Overhead Projector Poem-ing 2

The second installment of some kinda Over Head Projector Project–a visual exploration of light, space, objects and what is manifest in poetry and image.

Overhead Projector Poem-ing

So I nabbed it to write poems on.

Something I’m Working On

A project I’m working on that involves a deep fascination with circles that move & live.

Free Write (Post Dated)

the core of you could be seen //
at least one part you still cherish of this being // here, let me see in

Love Poem

The fresh blossomed trees beneath bright blue / unblemished sky—Bird bellowed tunes floating through Spring shower clouds in rhythmic time—Flower…

Free Write #?

Sharing a freestyle (free write) from a few days ago. Thought it’s time to start sharing what I love to write without worrying about revision.

A Poem Is

Like a soul that knows it cannot be comprehended by its body, the meaning of a poem is left to devices outside of language, outside of formal knowledge or rationality.

Onward! A Poetry Blog Continues

Here, I’ve found a place to dialogue this art outside the city gates. I don’t want to sound intellectual or worse, arrogant. I want to talk about things that have challenged and opened up my creativity.