Recently on Instagram, I posted this poem. After reading Quait journal’s Issue 2: circle poems, I was inspired to write poems … More
A short visual poem about a guy who figures out he needs to get moving.
Casper was a people pleaser //
Here is something a little different that came about while writing Lectures Delivered to Nobody.
Prismatic color schemes on a plate of picnic beans.
More poems need to be written and others need revised, but I’m feeling pretty fantastic about seeing my writing evolve.
cuz he walked around everywhere with a thumz up
The wide sweep of planets that beguile me
But there it’s been sunk in my gut
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
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?
who cares / what thinking / matters when making / matters most?
and / looking / to the sky / w/ / a b / -reath / of supremely / real / air
As darkness / inclines itself toward / the stars / There will be a / breath of air / That will become / the exhale of our united sigh
the more you wait / the more you drown in time // so just smile