Don’t get all excited, I’m not changing things up too much on this beloved feature of the blog – it’s just a clever title. A lot of the poems I post are older. I’ve come to realize that the reason is because I’ve been lazy in writing new poems over the last year. Which is …
There are times when I wonder where some of these poems come from. But most of the time, I’m just glad they keep coming. science as i dissolve into nothingness, i ask this question: “were i to pass from one particle to another, would your particles miss mine?” she pauses for the briefest of moments …
I like to make these posts a mixture of new and old poems, but I don’t usually reach back quite this far. This one is from ten years ago and is presented with no editing worth mentioning. all these years the shadow has been dancing in front of me, wandering back and forth unsteadily – …
It might seem a little odd posting a love poem to writing at night the day after talking about a change that will get me to bed earlier, but I’ve never claimed consistency as a hallmark of this blog. So there you have it. No refunds, no exchanges. oblation the night has always spoken to …
This poem comes from some random day or night back in 2018, but the sentiment remains the same now. Please don’t count me among the people who think going back in time will solve all our problems. Yes, social media is its own kind of sickness for the human spirit, but it’s not the first …
There’s a school of thought that says a poem is never finished, it’s just resting. For most of my writing life, I haven’t had a traditional view of that since I seemed so allergic to editing that I should have an epi-pen at the ready. So most poems were finished immediately after they were typed …
There are times when I’ll have music on while writing. It can be a pleasant way to add a little life into the room, drown out whatever might be happening outside – a bit of functional white noise. Sometimes, the rhythm works its way into the poem itself and I find myself typing as fast …
Somehow, I managed to get through college without reading anything (that I remember at least) by Charles Bukowski. It wasn’t until a few years after graduation that my cousin read some of my poems and suggested I pick up one of Hank’s books. One of the remarkable things about Bukowski is the clarity of his …
It’s been a hot minute since I posted any blackout poems from the other weird poetry project I’ve been tinkering with, so why not today?
When looking for a poem to publish, but tendency is to look backwards to last year or even a couple years ago. I’m not sure if it’s because the new ones are too fresh or if age makes the other ones seems that much better. This week, I’m forcing myself to stay current instead of …