On waters travelled within (a poem)

Inspired by the Pussy Riot video ‘Organs’, the Ruby Throat video ‘Barebaiting’, and a photo or two on Tumblr. I don’t know where the blood comes from or how much it takes to fill me up The imprint that would tell me is missing I close my eyes The flowers in her hair that flows around [...]

This afternoon (a poem)

A vignette of sorts written at the library… Close to the water but far from the sea Adjacent patches of green with intermittent trees A dead bee on the window sill in the quiet zone Warm sun on my back in front, the air conditioner’s hum A mix of murmurs from the other end and [...]

Green Eye (a brief elaboration)

Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to translate a poem. My Day #30 poem can be found here. I wanted to fix it up a bit more, however, as it felt incomplete. So—bonus round!—here is a somewhat more polished version, in which I worry less about preserving the exact meaning of the original. It’s not an out-and-out rewrite (even [...]

National Poetry Writing Month, Day #30

Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to translate a poem. Seeing as how the closest thing I have to poetry in a foreign language is my small-ish collection of Japanese albums, and I do have experience translating Japanese, I chose as my poem a song by Nav Katze. Green Eye Reflections in water, adrift on a moonlit night [...]

Immersion fantasy (A poem)

A mid-afternoon fantasy of sorts… I’d love for you to come get numb with me Okay, maybe not ‘numb’— but certainly relaxed and loosened up melting just enough to dive into each other’s pools letting the warm, warm water lift us up and carry us over the edge to where we might float with abandon [...]

Beneath the crown (A poem)

Trying something slightly different… Fetched far was the proposition Less of weight I felt as I waited for the results of wishes and work my way to come Sadly, there is no right of birth handed down from parents grand The facts of life are brutish and blunt rarely embellishing upon the tales of battles [...]

Does the Tunnel of Love exist anymore? (a poem)

I was watching an episode of Get Smart yesterday, in which 86 and 99 are going through a Tunnel of Love in a KAOS-operated amusement park… I thought the boats would have been junked years ago the water drained the building boarded up once the carnival closed The world is different now we go screen to [...]

In a room by the lake towards the end of the day (a poem)

An unusual move for me: I wrote this poem this afternoon, then read it at an open mic three hours later… I heard rattling and footsteps outside a man with a bicycle walked past the window the surface of the lake rippled next to the dock The clock on the wall stood at 11:14 the [...]