from a simple foundation unfurled a universe
Tag: Overhead Projector Poetry
a context of wet sands
The Gods and The Devils
the broken and the menders
My Own Way
the fates have spoken / so that’s all
you try not looking despite your curiosity
try to otherwise
What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?
Free Write Overlay
because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow
to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru
It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release
what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?
Traced Poems While Sick
Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick
who cares / what thinking / matters when making / matters most?
Visual Poem Trace(s)
and / looking / to the sky / w/ / a b / -reath / of supremely / real / air
From a Hopeless Romantic
As darkness / inclines itself toward / the stars / There will be a / breath of air / That will become / the exhale of our united sigh
Window Blinds Session
the more you wait / the more you drown in time // so just smile
Oh, No! Stairs!
Ouch / oo / eh / Oww
A Bit of Nostalgia in the Basement
poor books, / I will pick you / up off the carpet / one day
This writing is less the craft heavy and prosody poised work that keeps process hidden behind closed doors of the poet’s writing studio and their intellectual hesitance, and more the freestyle, live over home-made beats push for moments of flow.
About Overhead Projector Poems
I have this project or idea, it’s where I take an overhead projector to various places and write out poems, essays, flash fiction and other writing.
Back Porch Revel
It was high time / I got out of there
Against the Grain
These / dots / these evil / deep, dark / drops / I / can’t / stand / them / must / stop / them
Traced Visual Poems
Visual poems that are basically my high school experience.
Break Up Poem
… because I am a fool.
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.