In Defense of Blogging (again)

It’s like they are afraid someone will find out they are not living perfect lives.

Failures

Woe is me, obviously.

… a few free write poems that came about in a unique sequence which involved the sense I should share them here.

Eventually, you find the frozen plums in the icebox.

the fates have spoken / so that’s all

try to otherwise

until you make up your mind / to learn to fly

What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?

because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow

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?