It was high time / I got out of there
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
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.
A Visual Poem
…and killed the dean’s dog with what we thought were caps.
A Baseball Poem
In the end, I realized that who I wanted to be was who I look up to and want to support. Who I am, is a different story.
Up to the Mound Post M.F.A.
You stay loose, responsive and you do what you know how to do best. / You dish it out with everything you’ve got.