Sometimes I write poetry in my phone and find it later |
An honest hopscotch we playan a and a c and an e and a gskip to and frolike swaying cheap ropesabove and belowducking each other's headstrying to keep the impact to ripple strengthno depthno depthlet'...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 10:09:00 GMT |
Fast |
This is an older poem but it fits my current mood. From 9/11/08. Fast And lately it is so fast so blistering fast the seconds are sharp and leave me with little cuts always on ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 14:00:00 GMT |
Peru [Choquequiraw] |
I have been asked by a few people to blog a bit about Peru. While I find it difficult to talk about the whole of the experience, I can do it in pieces. The hike to Choquequiraw is the easie...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 21:42:00 GMT |
Time |
Time.The time before me and after youStands between us like angel-eyed twins.InnocentUnknowingUnmovingImpenetrable.How can we stop what's happened and what's yet to come?The knowledge of one,The hopes...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 19:14:00 GMT |
Yes, I can even post poetry at 3am (and refuse to change the posted time) |
(For You) I AmTo weave a net of honestythat will catch your heartgreen reedstwistedbraideddelicate and impossibleto breakToo freshToo true.To vibrate over your scalpRushing between your strands of hai...
Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 00:20:00 GMT |
I write poetry sometimes |
RUST
Hello rusted speckle sparkle
How do you fare?
How goes your trail down the
metal hinge
the steel you cringe
the iron you singe
you freckling, pickling, tickling...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 22:59:00 GMT |
