I love doing collaborative poems, and I especially loved doing this with the fabulous Holly of Eating a Tangerine. We wanted to do something less structured than poetry, but still with a flow to it -- something that maybe felt more like a train of thought. Here's our attempt. Enjoy!
May Day:
lights turned to heartbeats in the
night-wide ceiling...
inexplicable dead flower petals on the floor when I wake.
...
breath of a cold memory,
falling across my lips --
& outside, the world slips by:
broken photo frames, shattered laugh,
...
beheading
dead roses and facts, a childish
axe before I park my own
head in some liquid
state
...
the air is cold
but i do not
b r e a t h e
i blush daydrops into the windows
of cars as i pass by:
destruction part deux.
...
wind
and all lean with lowered lids
our faces into
the sun
...
searching for something
else behind light
erasing shadows
from the corners of our eyes
...
late light running along behind the trees,
behind the train's windows.
"I've never ridden this train before dark before."
my fingertips here under your eyes are words. I promise.
(tastes something like soju,)
promise me you'll listen, tired as you are.
...
a story behind this madness.
leave the glitter behind and open the window,
the wind is a free child tangling our hair.
...
evening-deep
in the atlantic -- am I
swallowed by the sea
or wearing it?
...
the neon lights dance,
spreading into a wasteland of
gold and silver.
...
under a canopy of electric
lights and
skirts, reading and rereading,
for the memories my eyelids carry,
A Prayer In Time Of Trouble
May 16, 2012
April 14, 2012
"Fireflies"
Under the fading peach of the sky,
buildings glimmer
with ochre shadows:
the color of late-night visits to the diner
and sweet, sticky air.
City falling into delirious semi-sleep,
we collect fireflies in our hands
and feel the rustle of wings
against our fragile palms.
The lady in the striped apron
wipes down the counter,
mopping days of grime onto her towel.
Laugh.
Open your hands
and watch dancing lights
fade into fluorescence.
buildings glimmer
with ochre shadows:
the color of late-night visits to the diner
and sweet, sticky air.
City falling into delirious semi-sleep,
we collect fireflies in our hands
and feel the rustle of wings
against our fragile palms.
The lady in the striped apron
wipes down the counter,
mopping days of grime onto her towel.
Laugh.
Open your hands
and watch dancing lights
fade into fluorescence.
April 09, 2012
Just a thought
It's interesting to note how quickly the world moves. Before you can get settled into one thing, you've moved on to the next big craze, and companies crash and burn before you can say "MySpace." I started blogging in 2006, and for the next three or four years, blogs were the main way to get and share information. Now, though, the people I know who used to visit blogs often (including myself) have switched over to Facebook. Social networking is the way to go.
I think this says a lot about how temporary everything is. Every new product gets its 15 minutes of fame (or shame) before fading into the black hole of forgotten fads. Even the things that you think are popular, that you spend your money on, that you waste hours on...who's going to care five years down the road?
I think this says a lot about how temporary everything is. Every new product gets its 15 minutes of fame (or shame) before fading into the black hole of forgotten fads. Even the things that you think are popular, that you spend your money on, that you waste hours on...who's going to care five years down the road?
February 14, 2012
Published over at Hobble Creek Review!
Hello everyone! I just wrapped up my first semester of school here, so things have started to calm down for me. It was a wonderful treat to have an acceptance over at Hobble Creek Review (www.hobblecreekreview.net), where I have two poems published in their current issue (Issue 1, Vol. 6)! Click on over to read them, and let me know what you think!
Happy Valentine's Day, everybody!
Happy Valentine's Day, everybody!
January 01, 2012
2012
i.
tiptoe forward,
reaching through the dark --
ii.
we light up the sky
but we can't see ahead.
I hope the new year surprises you in all sorts of wonderful ways. Happy New Year!
tiptoe forward,
reaching through the dark --
ii.
we light up the sky
but we can't see ahead.
I hope the new year surprises you in all sorts of wonderful ways. Happy New Year!
December 25, 2011
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
December 19, 2011
On Consumer Technology
The feeling of productivity, to some, is exhilarating. I'm unashamedly one of those people. And because doing one thing at a time just isn't good enough, we've redefined the concept of multitasking.
Now you can chat with a friend, catch up on the news, and write your English essay all at the same time. Why bother flying to visit relatives when you can save time (and money) by Skyping?
Not to mention all the new verbs that have stemmed out of this new technology. Nowadays, we can Skype, Google, IM, text, and Tweet. And it's a testament to the rapid growth of the young technology industry -- one that has been around for only 50 or so years -- that terms like "IM" and "GameBoy" have already gone out of vogue, and companies like MySpace have crashed and burned in a matter of a few short years.
Things move fast in the Internet world. News travels at the speed of light. If you're not enlightened within a few hours, you're already behind. The world runs on "Internet time."
Multitasking is the new modus vivendi. If your brain isn't wired to move a million miles an hour and juggle five different things at once, life in modern society is going to be tough for you.
For our generation, that's life going on as normal. The idea of a world without iPods and iPads, video games and smartphones, Windows and Xbox is an unfathomable, archaic one. To me, there's no better indication of the frightening power of technology that, when we lost our power in December 2006 to a storm, we were utterly lost and bored without our computers and cell phones. After all, what is there to life if you don't know what every one of your friends is doing every second of the day?
Now you can chat with a friend, catch up on the news, and write your English essay all at the same time. Why bother flying to visit relatives when you can save time (and money) by Skyping?
Not to mention all the new verbs that have stemmed out of this new technology. Nowadays, we can Skype, Google, IM, text, and Tweet. And it's a testament to the rapid growth of the young technology industry -- one that has been around for only 50 or so years -- that terms like "IM" and "GameBoy" have already gone out of vogue, and companies like MySpace have crashed and burned in a matter of a few short years.
Things move fast in the Internet world. News travels at the speed of light. If you're not enlightened within a few hours, you're already behind. The world runs on "Internet time."
Multitasking is the new modus vivendi. If your brain isn't wired to move a million miles an hour and juggle five different things at once, life in modern society is going to be tough for you.
For our generation, that's life going on as normal. The idea of a world without iPods and iPads, video games and smartphones, Windows and Xbox is an unfathomable, archaic one. To me, there's no better indication of the frightening power of technology that, when we lost our power in December 2006 to a storm, we were utterly lost and bored without our computers and cell phones. After all, what is there to life if you don't know what every one of your friends is doing every second of the day?
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