This shirt itches ( Read more... )

incandescently ( Read more... )

We know it ( Read more... )

I really feel like my work hasn't been up to scratch these past many months. I get these great ideas, but then when I try to express them, they seem to come out so trite. I don't know what to do. I guess I'll just let it flow like I always do and hope that a fraction of it isn't swill.

You wish you could be ( Read more... )

...this should have gone up a long time ago. One night, a few months back, my good friend Ryan Whelan and I were talking online, both crossed in love and in a very poetic mood. This was the result. It was written by both of us:

Why are there so many love songs? We are inspired when we are sad and we are often sad when we are in love. You're ( Read more... )

Crashing Down

You wear me out with your persistence
Make me question the existence
Of my fears till my resistance
Against inertia falls apart
I know not where this is going
My heart sways where wind is blowing
Poisonous, the line I’m toeing
Should I stop or should I start?

I am sick from how I feel ( Read more... )

I just bought the last issue of our school lit mag, and I've got to say I'm pretty put out. I submitted several poems I thought were as good as anything that goes in there a good two months-ish in advance, and nothing of mine is in there. That really smarts. I have a hard time believing that there was no room for any of my work, especially since ( Read more... )

Breathing, breathing ( Read more... )

Damn the way I’ve come to think ( Read more... )