Category: poetry
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sardine bones
the creepy crunchy crunch the boney briny bunch i eat these sea-picked fishies hoping to gain their nutrients and pack a filling punch the tin is quite pleasing to look at it makes me feel like a fisherman at the sea or like someone who lives off of the rural coast I read the posts,…
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Strangers
if i could be just one tiny neural pathway in someone’s brain the shortest blip, but regardless recorded in the mind as proof or disproof that kindness still exists let me smile at a stranger let me wave warmly at the child peeking over let me hold eye contact with the older man, clearly anxious…
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Simple pleasures that get increasingly less simple
cold coffees cooking at home sleeping next to your cat a text from your best friend – the ability to drive movement for-fun purchases music – discovering and learning new things meeting a new person and instantly knowing you’ll be close sharing a meal with someone smiling at strangers – finding a good career fit…
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the quest for greener grass
There it is, matey! Straight ahead — the greenest grass I have ever seen. Since I was young, I, like many other explorers, have been on a quest: an expedition if you will — ISO the greenest grass in the world. I’ve seen many types of grass, interestingly a lot of them are greener once…
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The Poet’s Gene
were you born with the poet’s gene? if you were, how do you explain it to others? i’m sure they’ve picked up on it, because whether you’ve shared your art or not, people pick up on the poet’s gene. it resides in the hopeful creatives, the complex romantics, the people who move just a little…
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A Take on Whimsy
Written for / Dedicated to Angelica V. it’s late august as much as we hate to admit it, time is flying we talk about our friendships, the relationships that keep our wonder alive. she asks me the important questions and i respond with depth and accuracy, while letting out giggles intermittently. we listen to the…