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249th
blow out your candles.
make a wish.
hold up a protest sign.
tonight the fireworks spell R E S I S T.
your hair's in pigtails braided red blue and white.
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fourth of july and i have to remind myself that
they're scared.
that's it.
they: shout misspelled arguments in all caps send soldiers to peaceful
protests yell into microphones turned all the way up shut down dissent
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prescription (go sailing)
sometimes i think just one sunny day would cure me of everything.
other days i think pills and tonics and treatments are lies that i continue to swallow.
most days i just daydream about last summer when our tiny sunfish
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somewhere in new zealand with a bowl of pasta
for a friend
i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek
in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your
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Connections
submission for next year's prompts:
Use the NY Times Connections as a writing prompt! Take all 16 or one line of the words generated in there (before it's been solved) and use them in a poem or short story.
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tribute to emily dickinson
they have taken her.
hope.
she is trapped in the great big house made of new money & keys
that open nothing anymore. it is named america.
you can hear her,
Loves
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sparkler
there is peace in the darkness, an
alluring sense of acceptance in failure
closed eyes & open eyes both see the same
but please
stick out your hand
& light a sparkler with me. for a moment
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blood, white, and blue
It's 12:34 AM on July 5th, 2025 and I still see fireworks going off in the sky.
I hear the booms, the bangs, the commotion of endless fireworks
going on for hours
still raging
on a brand new day.
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Fourth of July?
This year I didn’t lay out an outfit for the fourth,
This year I wore all blue
I didn’t want to represent the other side,
Not today.
This year we didn’t go to the parade
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Dear Congressman,
Dear Congressman,
The provisions of this bill are concerning, to say the least.
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over/looking/the kid at the front/back of the classroom
your mother/ hacked together skeleton wings into two-part pieces/ bleeding stars, you thought/ neurons fizzing out/ you had all the time in the the universe/ your eyes dripped down/ the back of your spacesuit/ a so-called prodigy ghost/ acid smoke
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Rain
On Saturday, May 3rd, 2025, at 10:40 PM, it rained a perfect rain. There was no buildup. The skies never darkened. It just happened. It was not raining before, and now it was.