What’s all the hoopla?
Appaloosas and strawberry roans
roam in beauty while
water vixens transform
but live only in the Puget Sound. Continue reading
Tea for you and coffee for me
before we slouched up the street and
discovered boots and parasol
by the Greek Orthodox Church
on Sixth Street. Continue reading
For the second group poem, we had the same rules as the first time but we passed the piece of paper around twice instead of just once. At the end, we recorded Nate reading it. I’d recommend listening to it as you read it. 🙂 Continue reading
I had a poetry reading at my house last night and someone suggested that we play a game where we would write a group poem. We folded up some paper and passed it around the circle. Each person was able to see the line that was written before them and then they wrote their own line. Once each person had written a line, I read the result. Check it out: Continue reading
I am a series of circles
concentric and uncertain
that that impending sense of doom
will be the death of me; Continue reading
I love how when
people fall underwater
they resurface at the same time. Continue reading
What am I supposed to do
with your groovy fucking ass?
God, I wanna boof you, girl.
And what about you,
Weeth your perfect fucking face,
It’s unreal how you do.
I’d prolly boof you too. Continue reading
Evan Williams said:
“Start dancing, ho. Continue reading
Various electronics partially illuminated Jackson’s basement room. He felt that his bed was as comfortable as usual, but he found the warm folds of his sheets and the soft give of his mattress and pillows to be borderline inhospitable. He tried laying on his back, then his side, then his stomach, then his back once again.
The image of Big Mac leaving Reggie’s garage played out in his mind over and over again: “Whatever. This is all bullshit.” Jackson had barely had time to process that moment, let alone finding out that Big Mac was cheating on Ann Marie and Ann Marie storming out herself moments later. Everything had happened so quickly, and now Big Mac was dead, just like that. Continue reading
I find myself wanting to die
on the good nights rather than the bad.
I will be the embers for your fire,
the ashes to your stog,
the burn to your Tullamore Dew. Continue reading