Treblemaker

Treblemaker

NY

YWP Alumni Advisor

Posts

  • Counting By Thousands

    I've given up counting.
    I can't do it anymore.
    Statistics
    Days
    Minuets 
    People.
    I've stopped ticking each one of my finger.
    I've stopped listing numbers in my head,
    Because at this point its just words
    Hundreds,
  • The Zoomers

    how funny how the people in this quarentine time,
    are dealing with the issue of having school online.

    Jonny always goes to school in full pajama wear
    He sits in math with cereal, he hasn't got a care.
  • Page Twelve

    If you see page twelve,
    you'll find an average piece.
    Some writting from a person-
    nothing to unique.
    six paragraphs in total,
    spread across the page,
    The writer barely thought
    a reader would engage.
    Written in some hours
  • My father's daisy apron

    I had no idea.
    None.
    Who would?
    But quarantine made things different.
    Bizarre.
    And in at least one way - amazing.
    Did you know my dad can cook?
    I did not.
    My sister did not.
    I don't think he knew either.
  • Teacher VS Zoom

    Mrs cooper fin’lly switched to zoom
    It took her very long,
    I’m guessing that it was because
    She couldn’t turn it on.
    But now she fin’lly sent the link,
    We were surprised she dared.
    But when we answered to the call

Loves

  • How to drown

    I learned to swim

    When I was young

    I learned

    Freestyle

    Breastroke

    And butterfly

    Now here I am

    Years later

    And all I know

    Is how to sink

    How to drown

    How to go deeper

  • Roses

    It ended with roses.

    I process the funeral in snatches.

    Glimpses, even.

    I see my family spilling out into the cemetery

    Long-lost cousins twice-removed,

    Great granduncles,

  • Where I’m From

    I am from coffee beans,  

    from bitter brews and cracked porcelain mugs.  

    I am from the steamed soy eggs,  

    the scent that clings to mornings  

    like an old, Chinese dwelling.

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Snapple

    There’s a Snapple on the general store roof.

    There’s been one there for quite a while. About three years.

    Must be nasty by now.

     

  • Childhood

    I remember when a phone wasn't important to me

    When all I wanted to do was play outside in the grass

    Watch as the clouds wisped by in the sky