Category Archives: Prosetry

White Pow(d)er

Tonight is the lunar eclipse, but it is too cloudy to see. However, this solstice eve is absolutely beautiful. The air is still and tolerably crisp. Snow falls silently, and I want to lie down on it, looking up at the sky, snow settling on my lashes. I blink them away. And I want you, [...]

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Damn this barstool

Simple objective Leave the house Hampered by an afternoon nap Lasting five hours Going alone Yet again Must not let it stop me Will not let it Riding alone Surrounded by cadres of compadres Walking alone Surrounded by couples Sit at the bar Next to Santa and Vixen They are here To pick a wedding [...]

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Arboredom

Grey and vascular my old companion is stripped naked the crowd around him, vainly dressed, flutters with mockery he looks exhausted, bent, leaning still standing tallest yet the wind robs him mute

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Do Not Feed

Angry, stubborn teeth misaligned struggling to open fingers precarious I impose my will open, close it is put to right damn zipper

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From the 3 days that constituted “autumn”

It’s quiet this morning, cool breeze, light rain, a morning for resting your head on someone special. It’s that time again, when the heat dissipates and reveals a secret beauty. Nature sheds it’s stifling raiment and bears its soul to those who are aware. I am raw, unprotected.

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More Train Dreams

It is very grey outside and dozens of white ticket stubs stand erect from the tops of seats like prairie flora, all leaning left as though the wind were blowing. The violin and windchimes through my earphones invoking a sense of feudal anime. The intensity of the music grows, a severe whisper, and I anticipate [...]

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The Secret of Kells

I saw Kells. I am still is a daze, a dream that was shared in an intimate cinema, listening to the sighs of the people with me. It didn’t even spoil the dream that I knew the mysterious ink-producing berries were actually oak gall– which develop when a wasp lays its eggs in leaf buds– [...]

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Thanks, Darwin

I’m not sure why I showed you my insides. Did I want an ear, a hug, a who knows what? And then, I backed out. It didn’t feel right. The same conversations, our stories repeat. We aren’t making stories cuz we like different stories. And I find that here I make stories alone, it seems. [...]

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Very brief free-write

I had “The Devil Wear Prada” on while working on an annotated bibliography tonight. It made me wonder if I got too wrapped up in my career as a scholar. I wrote this in response to my thoughts and actions: I cried just a little today. I did not have your shoulder or chest to [...]

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I feel like this is as appropriate now as it was two years ago when I wrote it

You say that you’re so bad for me, But you’re no worse for me than me. All the self-defeat, the poor self-image- It’s my previous life that did the damage. You didn’t tell me when I wasn’t getting better. I didn’t tell you when you were getting worse. We cared too much to hurt each [...]

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Top 10 Reasons to Love Clare

1. She has a sense of humor and sometimes you’ll even get it 2. Her IBS makes you stronger (but only because it doesn’t kill you) 3. Point C 4. Her strength and sensitivity strike a balance 5. She is wicked smart and insightful (but you wouldn’t know that talking to her because…) 6. She [...]

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Lyric 4

You say that you’re so bad for me, But you’re no worse for me than me. All the self-defeat, the poor self-image- It’s my previous life that did the damage. You didn’t tell me when I wasn’t getting better. I didn’t tell you when you were getting worse. We cared too much to hurt each [...]

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Lyric 3

You suck, but I totally rock. I’m a fucking genius, but you think with your cock. Girls like assholes, and I want you. I’m a girl. It’s a simple syllo-JISM.

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Lyric 2

8:12am I can’t even look at you. When I do I love you and I don’t want to. You tell me you cheated, that you don’t feel guilty. You tell me if you left right now you wouldn’t miss me. But you insist that I’m special, that you really do love. How does this logic [...]

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Lyric 1

4:35pm It’s not my job to make it easy on you, but I do. Because I love you. You say you love me, you quote a song, you say you need me. But you don’t say that you’re wrong. I can write a song- quote this. And while you’re at it, open your eyes to [...]

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I found a napkin with writing on it

I wanted to share this bit with the world. I went to the mall a couple years back to fill out job applications at Hot Topic & Torrid. (Don’t laugh; it makes me cry on the inside.) The last bit of the application had several blank lines that were indicated as “Any additional information”. So [...]

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The Old New

I’m old. I go to school and am as much as ten years older than some of my classmates. I’m new. I go to school and am struggling to keep up. I’m old. So much time has passed and have nothing to show. I’m new. So little time has passed and have everything to learn. [...]

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Hesitate

Living one big preemptive pause Never allowing the extra step No confidence, constant state of fear The water’s too deep The walk is too steep The ground is so hard and I’m frightened I want what’s over there I’ve made myself believe I can’t reach it No self worth, constant state of longing Know thy [...]

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Voice

I used to have a voice. I don’t recall exactly when I put it in storage. Vacuum-sealed and placed in a cedar chest, you know, so the moths don’t get it. I broke the seal the other day. I’m still not sure why, but I did. I now remember why I had put it away. [...]

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Castles in the Skiy

(a friend quoted this line from Much Ado in an email and I expounded in my response) Castles in the sea, with its festival sounds carried on warm winds, rolling waves strike the rocky rampart, palms are damp, and with salted lips and we dance on water. i am a queen

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