I / :-) / Rhubarb Pie

I have ten minutes to dislodge whatever is lodged in my tired head that is preventing me from re-writing.
Dislike that my art hasn’t become a place to question subjectivity– in the meat of it– in fact, my speaker tends to be this fairly consistent construction of how I imagine I might want to be if [...]

“trouble” sounds funny. trubble.

Maybe its not in our words but in how our eyes meet. Not within whatever parameters we set but outside whether we set them or not. We is a dangerous word. Perhaps this is better suited to an email, a conversation. How verbal the conversation? How something else?
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Ate an ab&j sandwich for breakfast today because [...]

something but nothing more than wonder

I feel like I’m in the midst of processing so much & enjoying so much & I’m not sure about making it as comprehensible as language. Parts of it.
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That’s what the beauty poem is “about.” Fuck about. That exercise, my response to it, silly Poets’ Companion, fucked me up. In ways I needed. Of course [...]

reminder (remainder?)

…
You must stack stories from the foundation up.

From the sad heart and the feet tired of supporting it.
Language is architecture, after all, not an air capsule,

not a hang glide. This is real life.
So don’t invite anyone to a house that hasn’t been built.

Because no one unbuilds meticulously
and meticulosity is what allows hearing.

Three millions [...]

to preserve

My cousin Em read this poem at my grandfather’s wake & it has been stuck with me since. D.H. Lawrence always knows when to appear in my life…
IMAGE-MAKING LOVE
 
And now
the best of all
is to be alone, to possess one’s soul in silence.
 
Nakedly to be alone, unseen
is better than anything else in the world,
a relief like [...]

silverware still to wash

The best thing about Joni Mitchell’s Ladies of the Canyon is not “Woodstock” nor “Big Yellow Taxi,” nor even “The Circle Game”– too preachy. The best thing– her moans during “Blue Boy.” Devastate me every time.

intention // action

Have a lists of shoulds that I refuse to let dictate my evening. At least wipe the coffee spots from the floor. At least do the dishes. At least clean the toilet…
At least write poems, work on my thesis. This is where I am, though. Cold, hands dirty with dinner than I couldn’t help but [...]

& I won’t get better / but someday I’ll be free…

Stars are visible in Pottstown tonight (!!) A doe & two fawn crossed through my headlights only to collide with the swing set near the entrance of my neighborhood. Now, I’m at home, waiting for my herbal tea to steep, hoping that I can get some sleep before going to breakfast with Jamie & Kristen [...]

Quasi-Eulogy & Pigs Flew

I was at the Enterprise Rental Car Counter renting a planet-killing SUV when I found out my grandfather died. & likely as he died, too. My mom told me when I called to find out whether Allstate covered rental cars. She though this meant I got in an accident, but really it just meant I [...]

Peace, vaginas, etc.

I am in Idaho. Devin is in class. Nick has the swine flu. I could be doing something besides writing in the basement of the frat house, but the Obamania on Facebook has got me thinking about intentions / semantics, largely, & one of my classmates wrote a poem that had me considering the word [...]