( Read more... )

// Ouch--my other blogs have indeed taken a HEAVY hit as of late, but I guess they themselves the appropriate venues to explain what's been going on in my life that's kept kwi from journalling. Actually, I HAVE journalled a teensy weensy bit--in my poetry notebook. The following poem, however, was written in its entirety on the computer. I don't ( Read more... )

// I've been wondering if I should submit this to Why Dub You Dubya?, because I wrote it as an assignment for leadership class and never showed it to anybody else. My hunch is, it's not all that good. Feel free to agree or disagree ( Read more... )

Prose Poem: Different Desperation ( Read more... )

FebruaryLife begins and ends into and out of winter ( Read more... )

// I talked to a teacher about my poems today and she told kwi how much she likes the sarcasm and sting in some of my poetry; I explained that it shows up in my poems because I'm really good at it and I'm not allowed to do it anywhere else. We complained for a while about how high school competitions only give prizes to poets who are very "high ( Read more... )

EDIT 4/20/2005: I revised this poem and I'm taking it down until I can take some time to put up the new version, this time with the *RIGHT* HTML code. Sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused.

No Title (Yet)I. Philadelphia ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

EDIT 4/20/05: I don't like poems that are too explicit in their descriptions of people. I toned down my description of the second person while at the same time changing the wording to portray the relationship at the time more accurately. It's a very minor change.

BlurOne red eye, one contact out ( Read more... )