thoughts and prayersat the end of a steel barreldo not stop the deathhurtling forth thoughts and prayerskeep falling on the deaf earsof children cut downlike weedsinconveniences in the way of the liberty to own machines of death thoughts and prayersare not what will stopthe next one orthe next one orthe next one we need to…
Category: Diary
cocoon
left outlocked outdown below the waterlinefloating in stasisnot drowningbut not breathing embraced by the filigreethe layers of dishonestycocooned in the safetyof my self-victimizationnot cryingbut not laughing simply herebetween the sharp edges of realityand the freedom of the dream can i be so subtleand still claw my wayabove the surface?and do i really want to? (i’m…
what’s wrong?
what’s wrong?is my least favorite questionbecausesometimes i don’t know the answer i didn’t know what a meltdown waseven though i had them all the timeand so i trained myself to make something upto find the fracture that caused the collapseto explain the implosion and the sadness public sadness is an obligationit’s an obligation to stay…
04.15.23
Q. How far can you go into a forest? A. Halfway. Then you’re coming back out of it. I recognize this ennui. When I take on a fixed-length project, like “write every day for a month” (which is what I’m doing right now), I find myself questioning whether there’s any point to what I’m doing….
04.07.23
I am now a week into my second (I believe) attempt to write a poem a day for April. I did it at least once before, but this year I’m feeling a little more focused. April is a difficult month for creating habits because the school year is winding down, but there is still just…
04.01.23
April is Poetry Month. Last year, I was originally intending to write a poem every day. On the first day, though, I had this “flash fiction” story I wanted to get out of my system. One month and 50,000+ words later, I had yet another November Novel that I was going to be committed to…
03/29/23
At the Mathematica exhibit at the Henry Ford, there’s a thing where ball bearings go around and around like planets around their sun, except their orbits get smaller with each rotation. As they get closer to the middle, they speed up, and it causes my brain to itch as they get into their final descent…
03/19/23 (You Have the Power)
The gas station which charges a dime less a gallon than any of the surrounding stations was full again today, as it often is, so I pulled in enough so it was clear that I was waiting for a stall but not so far that I wouldn’t have flexibility to move to the next open…
02/22/23 Some Random Thoughts on Autism
I’ve got a bunch of stuff rattling around in my brain right now, and I keep thinking that maybe at some point they’ll behave themselves and come out in a coherent line, but this will be somewhat stream of consciousness, and that’s okay. This morning, which is a snow day from work, I was watching…
1/29/23 Audiobooks
My first experience with an audiobook was in elementary school. I had been labeled EI–Emotionally Impaired–in Third Grade. This was, according to the documentation, because I had thrown a dictionary at another student. I don’t remember that specific incident, but I do remember throwing a desk at the teacher. This was the teacher that went…