Here is your hopscotch epic, Mrs. Brooks.

When I look out my window I don't see life,

I don't see movement or experience or humanity.

I see a layer of snow covering a layer of cardboard

covering the decaying body of a brown rabbit.

My niche isn't in an overlooking alcove.

My process is with dirt and roots and doves.

Dear benevolent evergreen with ( Read more... )

i will be writing one poem a day until i come up with something great. here is tonight's attempt.

Dejected, you slashed a scarlet symbol
onto my forearm. My cheeks turned blue,
bemused by the icy offer to be your muse.
If I were to understand the complexities
of certain mathematics, I am sure I could create
a formula for this function. Gamma or gallows ( Read more... )

Chimney tops, we called them ( Read more... )

i figured it out. it's because my relationship with you is affecting my relationship with him. no one ever really knows anyone. love is such a fucking joke.

oh but not so fast, my love. we have unfinished business.

apathetic to undulations, water-lights never faltered, flickered, wavered. the wet magnification weighed no waves, only muttering a shiver to the sullen blue. echoing part pain/part gain, she screamed for the keyholder. he came running, but the current took him, but more importantly, his metal escapist jingle. blinding and sleeplessly she wandered ( Read more... )

Parent’s Pantoum (A Response ( Read more... )

You took me to the botanical gardens in Ann Arbor one day, on a whim. We skipped the couple dollar entry fee and decided to walk through the park instead. We followed the blue arrows for a few miles. About halfway through the hike, you bent over and picked up a plastic packaging for a two-pack of frosted donuts, carried it the rest of the way ( Read more... )

i will not allow myself to be pushed over, walked on, and used. for much longer.

what a terrible week.

I said give me white ( Read more... )