I woke up the morning after David Bowie passed away and had this in mind almost complete. I was thinking of grief and the nature of it in many forms for different reasons. Whether it’s lost love, deceased loved ones, abandoned ambitions, or something else one has had to let go of, it rarely happens in isolation with no recurrence.
a moments hesitation not listening to the catch of breath until I replayed it later needless confusion overthinking the tone and phrasing losing the simple truth shifted focus missing the here-and-now moments retracing the just-happened i’m an idiot
Life with Poet (c) 2003 published 2004 Sometimes easy to forget They see the world More, less, better, worse Other. See Overburdened words with No meaning Everywhere Sometimes easy to forget They use two words and paint a thousand As easy You say two and they see A hundred thousand […]
If you didn’t already know, Piano Fight did this amazing, awesome thing. They decided to film 30 poets reading their poems (under a minute each) and post them one a day for 30 days in honor of Poetry month. Then they decided to extend poetry month for another 15. It’s […]
In continuing my previous post about owning, without apology, certain creative titles, I posted all of the poems that I’ve written that I could find. I thought there would be ten. So far I’ve found 29, and I’m shocked. The earliest I can find was written in 1993. I know […]
Walking the Ellipsis 