In
life,
writing on 10.29.09 at 01:02:56 AM
the most often advice a writer receives is to write what you know. that without dipping into your own well, everything comes across as contrived. this always seems like such simple advice, always seems like simple fact in the face of trying to write fiction or truth. I don’t know about other writers, but I [...]
In
writing on 10.27.09 at 12:18:19 PM
silence should not be
misread as anger,
I can whisper in your ear.
the opposite approach
is in order when
dealing with the days
that slip in and out
over our sleep.
signs are easily misread
like the hunt for confirmation
of opposite directions
left off the map
that we fold into our
pockets and stop
to ask directions
of the guards at
the gates of graceland.
i have never wanted more
to [...]
In
writing on 10.15.09 at 08:29:49 PM
i’ve never asked for perfect,
or expected heroism.
balancing between action
and dilution
are the laughs
sharing slumber with
elocution.
i’ve never wanted for chaos,
or accepted absolutism.
teetering betwixt diction
and subterfuge
are the stories
sharing stumbles with
confusion.
i’ve never thrown out relativity,
or victimized solipsism.
laying between words
and meaning
are the definitions
sharing remembrance with
conviction.
In
life on 10.13.09 at 07:18:49 PM
In
writing on 10.12.09 at 01:23:28 AM
i am not a patient person,
never have been,
but i want to be:
balancing impetuousness
with wisdom
like the apothecary’s
scale.
i am not a slow deciding person,
could never afford to be,
but i wonder at it:
balancing moments
with choices
like the taoists
spell.
i am not a fixed person,
don’t choose to be,
but i know it’s wine:
sweet righteousness
with vinegar
like the old
tale.
i am looking forward to
being this [...]
In
writing on 10.10.09 at 11:31:48 PM
when leaves turn
outside
there is a
tide
that swirls
under
the center of
lives.
when seasons turn
around
there is the
time
that slips
about
the center of
galaxies.
when winds churn
sails
there are the
rhymes
that follow
along
the center of
wonder.
In
writing on 10.08.09 at 11:05:30 PM
It was a quarter to nine on a Thursday night. Thursday’s had been slow lately. When I first started Thursday’s had been busier than Friday’s. I had my theory as to why. I always have my theories as to why. This theory was no different, not any better. Just pattern recognition of the foggy crowd [...]
In
writing on 10.08.09 at 10:13:09 PM
i have tired of the men
and their petty squabbles
in a land named
for emerson’s thief.
so taken with daring do
and freedom’s game
they forget the simple
premise of elusive fame.
i have tired of the cynics
casting doubt in the words
of their sheepish whores,
tying and lieing and spying
like the principled porticoes
of the faro for lionized
explorers.
i am tired of simplicity
wrapped up in [...]
In
writing on 10.07.09 at 02:31:45 PM
i am a blank tape,
with gaps at the center.
spinning on the pinwheel
of wooden shelves erect
with science a sojourn
blasting out the
solitary speaker we place
above phonographs
without needles.
vinyl floors masking the scent
of the vinyl doors masking
the scent of dusting kits
gathering at the corners
of drawers where we
keep our handpicked memories
of beats
and chords.
i am a blank record,
with a cracking labeled [...]
In
writing on 10.05.09 at 09:38:16 PM
i am divided into
all of those little
pieces that melt back
together after the
icicles have collapsed
off slanted roofs
before the winter
has truly set in.
each morning is a repair
sewn up in the wide
cold breath through the
window and the sun.
that sun.
those suns,
this sun
cascades off shoulders
as my heart is
tangled up in your hair.
i am translated into
all of those streams
that reflect off [...]
