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The Average Girl’s Lament
Ah, I have brought to the table another poorly-written poem. That is to say I have zero consistency, I just like to throw words in the air and let them land places. And I hate rhyming poems but sometimes they’re … Continue reading
Legs Kicking
Legs kicking against the shore I try to escape this beach of time Its sands plague me with their grains Each one reminding me of a moment In my life and your life Which intersected But that is not the … Continue reading
Fingers On
Fingers on my piano keys Tickling the ivories Tapping on the ebonies Dancing across the zebra-striped floor Fingers on my guitar strings Holding down the frets and things Plucking an open note that sings Playing some unwritten score Music floating … Continue reading
Bajo del Espiritu (For M)
Levanto los ojos al cielo azul Azul como el mar O el color de música triste Ahora estoy en el marco del Espíritu Bajo espíritu En la distancia está la estrella en mi cielo No puedo lograr con mis manos … Continue reading
Monkeys, Baby (For Maximus)
I saw a sign. It said Monkeys, Baby. Little fuzzy things with wrinkly faces. Sucking thumbs so similar to Humans, Baby. Curlicue tails and exclamation-points in their eyes. They made funny little noises Kinda like Cats, Baby. I wanted to … Continue reading
Redacted
There’s been a lot of drama in my personal life lately. This isn’t really a personal site but things inspire me and I think it’s important to remember what inspires what. There are some people who I appreciated when they … Continue reading
And with her devotion she
Made with her own hands Gold spun as fine as the fine hairs on his head The sun spilled on the flaxen pile And there she was blinded by it She spun on Her fingers oblivious to light or dark … Continue reading