May 30, 2026

what happens when the apocalypse happens
in fits and starts
and tiny bit by tiny bit?

if the future generations survive, will they look back on us
with wonder at how we made it this far?

if the future generations thrive, will they look back on us
and laugh at how foolish we were to assume
that we weren’t at the start of the middle
of the end times that they
escaped?

only hindsight is 20/20
we can only concern ourselves with the here and now
and try to institute the lessons from our own pasts
our paths to here we can re-tread, our paths forward
have not yet been paved
but i can’t stop myself from thinking myself far into the future
with wonderment
with fear
with imagination
with questions
because i’m concerned with the future of our planet
and how we can leave
here
better than we found it

[can we
leave it better than we found it???]

May 29, 2026

lend me a
bit of a
repose

jump in and then
jump out for a
moment

i can run and run
and get things done
but i need a break every
now and again

even if it’s just half an hour

to write my morning poetry

[and then back to grinding]

May 28, 2026

i so appreciate my kip
for being there with me
as i state
the state of my mind
and emotions
and they comfort
or support
or advise
as i need/ask

our communication has always been
one of my favorite things about us

for there will always be
times of stress, it’s how
we tackle them together,
on the same team, that counts

May 27, 2026

if i were a god
if i were a god
if i were a god
i may be a better god than the one(s) we have now

but

i’d probably still procrastinate
and have too many things on my plate

and i wonder what i’d let fall by the wayside

[is/are our god(s) not actually terrible
but simply
forgetful?]

May 26, 2026

coffee
waiting for me
in the fridge
getting cooler and cooler
until it’s cold enough for me to drink
and feel it icing me
awake

[i wish i would have remembered to do this
last night, but the delayed anticipation is
a strange and new feeling
and i love feeling new
things]

May 24, 2026

i cannot tell if these rumbles
are planes
or trucks
or general new york sounds
or maybe
just maybe
the actual call of
thunder
through this rainstorm

i want it so desperately to be thunder
but i cannot
cannot
cannot get my hopes up
without
solid
evidence

May 23, 2026

i thought i was busy
before working
five jobs
[six if you split up
the two i’m doing for this show]

and while the theatre gig is taking up
so much more of my time
than all the others
combined

it is the place i feel
most at home
and like i kinda know
what i’m doing

and i’m trying to listen
when my own guts
and the universe
say something

May 21, 2026

the pull to listen to
my high-school-age sound-track
is so damn strong

helping to direct a play
set in 2003
in two boys’ high school careers
and high school emotions
and high school coming-outs
[comings-out?]

it reminds me so highly
of my own story in
2006

the first love
[though mine did not last]
[thank goodness]
the self-hatred and
fear of the world
as you find your own footing
in your own community
[though my church was not a christian one]
even as that shifts to a different community
perhaps a community
of two

“we’re keeping it alive”
“what?”
“each other”

is one of the truest moments
i’ve ever heard on the page

and i hope it still rings so true
to a public audience
on the stage