Yellow Sweater

Yellow Sweater

WA

YWP Alumni Advisor

Posts

  • Highways


    It’s a clear day. The sky is blue. The grass is green. And we are driving down the highway. The journey is marked by spastic bursts of conversation and a chunkily categorized landscape. I press my nose to the glass and point.
  • Wet Paper

    Our eyelids slowly fold,
    your fingernails creasing my skin
    as you tell me not to cry.

    Suppressed by geometry,
    there’s no room for imprecision
    in our origami sorrow.

    There will come a day,
    when wet and wrinkled,
  • Schrödinger's Cat

    The refrigerator has skin.
    It hums, cold through the cold night, singing to itself.
    There is an emptiness wound into our mechanisms. 
    In the dark, I poured myself a cup of orange juice. 
  • Cherry Tree, Blossoming

    Cherry tree, you flourish in so many fragile ways. 
    I shelter under your bare boughs, waiting for spring. 

    Time moves delicately, upward with splayed fingers. 
    We sit together, cold and open to loose clouds.
  • Hidden

    It’s a delicate thing, living, 
    waiting to notice the sun. 

    Twisted, like a autumn leaf, 
    I turned with your breath.

    Our fingers were tangled, 
    together, made to be one. 



     

Loves

  • cutting fruit

    the sound of laughter through sun-spotted trees,

    i dreamed last night we were fae frolicking 

    in rings of toadstools, in and out of trees.

    fireworks went off in my head as 

  • on the off-road?

    two weeks ago we were stuck in the plains 

    somewhere in the midwest with no service. you pulled out 

    some 1999 AAA member's map and said 

    "crack it open," and i still loved you, even then. words flowed

  • Spring

    One very nice afternoon I went on a walk through the swampy wet woods to see the very pretty and soothing river flow on my way there I met this very cute and nice rabbit she said her name was Synthia, Synthia had walked with me to the river to wat