It was a dirty buzz the bop of the street sign jack knife engine rapping on a dashboard heady windows and no exit summertime south Fresh from a coffee shop on Tryon a writer’s clackety-clatch the metaphor of metaphors It was sunset Sunday and we were looking through the legs of the world Poetry, macaroons, [...]
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Late Night Jazz
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 9/15/18 The day's been dark and peaceful. An hour and a half of yoga. Soft jazz. Writing longhand in my notebook while rain pelts the windows and long gusts of wind rumble through the trees. It's almost time for chamomile tea and a cat in [...]
Rain Buzz
Originally published on Morality Park There will have been a night that sat on a house with no fence where the stars came in A night made of lightning, like a flash that tore from between two legs, switched off the lights, and crowded the walls with neighbors like a speakeasy, a room with a [...]
Slo Mo
Let’s make love suddenly with all the lights on and everyone home Cross-legged, sprigged thick like a leaf skirting the horned edges of that cracked flower pot in the garden where everyone else is brunching on Prosecco with tongues ready for deep gossip while they work the runny eggs off their chins slo mo sizzle [...]
Bull & Butterfly
some mornings i wake up like a butterfly and wait for miraculous things to happen, i ask god to give me the wings i need to break into the day, to breathe in the world sharply, to feel hope in my lungs and genius in my bones, and magic in the toppy-tips of my fingers, [...]
Banshee
it’s that time of day the air vibes like a kicked over can saggy tits and a plastic martini a man approaches on 5th and Chestnut, dreaming like he’s walking, going on about how all the most beautiful things begin with the simplest of phrases a punch of adrenaline, a shot behind the eyelids, a [...]
Matchstick
last night between two dreams i had a little chat with god who was also getting a glass of water and asked him why he makes some of us uncool on purpose why couldn’t i be dope like Ezra Pound or a fly cat like Kerouac or better yet a love poet on Pinterest with [...]
