i don't really live here.

see iseethefnords for my real blog.

although i might post some poetry or prose here once in a while.

a dozen roses
touch your doorstep
a single heartbeat

By Pablo Neruda ( Read more... )

since i don't seem to have much to say these days in the realm of poetry (somewhat surprisingly), here's some older stuff. (it turns out to be rather difficult to find old poems that i want to share - no longer being in the headspace in which i wrote them, i tend to look at them more critically.)

( please to be clicking )

let us not forget
that today
as ever
even poetry
is considered a threat.

this is that late-night moment ( Read more... )

i wrote this one back in 2001, around the time that most of my friends were graduating college. the smells of last night brought it back ( Read more... )

Howdy folks ( Read more... )

As some of you might have noticed, I shaved off my luxuriant beard this past week. This was not because I lost a bet, or because I miss getting carded at bars and liquor stores. Rather, I have just entered myself (or, more specifically, my upper lip) in the first annual Mustache-A-Thon for 826 Seattle ( Read more... )

I found this one while cleaning out some old files -- this was amongst my notes from 10th grade English class ( Read more... )