Well I didn’t expect this.It’s like: the first whiff of fresh-baked bread. Or the smell of spring in the morning through an open bedroom window. I didn’t expect this.the surprise/appreciation/delightof your gift – all the betterbecause it was unlooked-for. It fit. It fit perfectly, as if someone had me in in mind (and of course…you did).And now I wonder what will make … Continue reading Kismet
Bad Poetry
Stunted
Slow and steady suffocation - Pressure built since her gestation, (solid, squat configuration) Tired of domestication – so she tries inebriation. Give the slightest indication, she will try for liberation. But, in spite of her frustration (run from supposed degradation) the unknown of novelization threatens all anticipation. And so, to supreme irritation, - almost like … Continue reading Stunted
Snowfall
Little girl with the jet-black hair, with the white skin and red lips (a veritable Snow White) - with a wicked sense of humor, and dark irony behind all your couth phrases. Little girl with the tiny porcelain figure, little girl in your glass castle high on a hill. And your stark livelihood, subsisting solely … Continue reading Snowfall
Ash and Water
Today I’m putting on my heaviest coat, my mittens, boots, and woolen socks, and I will lie out on my roof in the ninety-degree heat, until I have either burned or melted away. And when finally finally all that is left is a puddle of sweat (or maybe a pile of ash), I will see … Continue reading Ash and Water
Breathe
If there is one thing you do, remember to breathe. Breath it all in, suck in everything (everything) that you can. Inhale the freshness around you And taste the flavor of laughter (and, if you can, compassion). In breathing, you can’t discriminate; You take in the bad air along with the good. So breathe in … Continue reading Breathe
A High Schooler’s Lament to a Clock
Go away, you stupid face - And take your hands some other place. I see your numbers every day, you count the hours I must stay. Sadistic and satiric thing – if I should want the bell to ring, you move so slowly I want to scream. But, during tests, or if I dream, you … Continue reading A High Schooler’s Lament to a Clock
Pocket Sized 