This post represents the first true stream-of-consciousness style poem I've published here (and, for better or worse, largely unedited). I was inspired to play around with the form by a reading of The Diary of Frida Kahlo, to which I dedicated the greater part of this afternoon. I am not certain how I feel about the outcome, [...]
Tag: writing
Barefoot
Half of my soul is a hippie A Fleetwood Mac loving, Allman Brothers singing, pretty gypsy tattoo slinging, I can't remember if I cried when I left on that midnight train to Georgia kind of girl All free verse Living fast out of a suitcase (One of the best times of my life) I went [...]
Evening Acoustic
Dreaming on a back porch is a half-naked reverie in acoustic Breaths like a violin Stench and grain, gin and tonics, prolapsed desire preserved in salt Drunk on beauty Form made desire I am desire made form, a clause, an environment, spat stars, breasts that beat like little crescent moons Take me back, back, oh, [...]
Oh, Ah Monologue
**I've been wrestling lately with topics for a substantive, essay-like post but haven't come up with anything that satisfies me. So, I decided to take a slightly more creative approach, opting once again to play around with stream-of-consciousness. This post is a kind of internal monologue in which I discuss and raise questions about some of the reading [...]
Wild Woman
I am not fit for sunlight I was made for clouds and madeleines and the kind of sweet nostalgia that sings It was never truth I wanted, but beauty the sum of her stems and curves the ecstasy of her lines, her heaves, and her sighs bare bones the turning of a season that bears [...]
Creativity is Harder.
Since returning home from the Kilimanjaro climb, I've had a number of friends and co-workers ask me when, or if, I was going to publish a blog post on my experience. In the form of life lessons, distillations of wisdom, or a trove of teachable moments. Eh, at some point. Maybe. The truth is, I [...]
Soul Scientist
I am a soul scientist A dreamer Dropping reflections For pennies Philosophies Probabilities The poetics of charm Spring day sparks in a jar Bottled up landscapes And cannonball chemicals Clobbered kisses Muddied by truth A florid kind of love
