If this is hell, I
wonder what heaven looks like.
You cannot imagine a sky
bluer than this blue.
What’s the Platonic form
of butterflies?
You close your eyes and smell
the sunlight on the long grass.
Will the stars sing with us?
Every square inch of you
bursts…
Sunlight bursts its way through the curtains
I’ve pulled tightly shut and rolls my reluctant
Body out of bed, cursing and grumbling
The whole way down an hour and a half
After my alarm went off.Shower in a fog, dress haphazardly,
And stumble down the…
I feel like this is sort of cheating for NaPoWriMo because this is a poem I wrote before, just slightly reworked for my poetry class. I’m not sure that I like the revision. If you want to see the original version, you can check it out here. Enjoy!
Lucifer…
Backwoods Pennsylvania nothing but
Black tree silhouetted skeletons against
Dark gray sky with pale remnants
Of sunset hanging on in the western distance
Flying through rolling hills flashing
Highway signs rushing by in shades of green
Music reverberating…
So, some of you know that I had a pretty rough Lent this year. Actually, rough may not be quite the word to describe it. Just very eventful. Lent changed a lot of things that I thought I knew and turned them upside down, causing me again and again to…
Sky inked in shades of gray and green
Almost-tornado-sky
Barometric pressure raising the hackles
Of animals and poets
Dancing through the streets with eyes
Full of lightningSmelling the earth and plasma
Handsprings on wet cement
Electrons raised halfway…
As some of you know, a couple of weeks ago, I embarked on a very short-lived adventure/experiment. I had been reading this book called More or Less by Jeff Shinabarger(which, incidentally, I very much recommend to anyone and everyone). The purpose of the…
Dear Me,
Enjoy sun because it’s beautiful. Enjoy rain because it’s artistic. Enjoy snow because it’s magical. Enjoy clouds because they’re moody.
You are important, people are more important, and God is most important. Nothing else matters.
Remember that…
They tell you that life is like a box of chocolates,
but it seems to you that life is really more like
the awkward kind of waltz you’d attempt
at a school dance, or maybe at your scary wild-eyed cousin’s
wedding, when one of the pretty bridesmaids comes
Every night when the moon finally sets behind the mountain it’s easy to imagine that nothing really changed That I’m still sitting in the back of my red 1976 pick up truck with the windows down smoking a cigarette or that I’m back in the cabin with the…
