Life Event/Shift

try to otherwise

In Bloom

until you make up your mind / to learn to fly

Layers

What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?

Free Write Overlay

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

Random Set

to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru

Escape

It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release

Outsider

what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?

Oh, No! Stairs!

Ouch / oo / eh / Oww

Basement Warm-up

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.

Thrall

I am other / sound of thunder

Water Damage

might / watch / the Matrix Trilogy & / drink / a 2 litre

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.

About Overhead Projector Poem-ing

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

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.

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 … More

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.