September 15, 2024

really
poetry can be whatever we make of it
whatever we want it
to be

but

i’ve spent so much time
trying to get everything
“right”
in other aspects of art and life
how do i ever make anything
that is just only solely
mine?

July 10, 2024

just write something
so this page doesn’t look so lonely,
so these words can have friends joining them
rather than setting myself up to
drop off random words
alone

May 27, 2024

i am struggling this morning
and that’s ok
that’s ok
that’s ok
i don’t need to churn out perfect poems
and mind-bending perspectives
each and every day

one poem to post
simplistic and chill
as these other ideas percolate
for another morning poem time

and i can let myself be imperfect
i can let myself be imperfect
i can let myself be imperfect
i can.

April 22, 2024

a very short
writing pages
day

not too many
poems/
not too much
to say

maybe in the evening
there will be more time
to think and write some more
[but by then
we’re writing for a deadline
so…]

February 5, 2024

the simplicity today
is still so simple

it’s not making larger ideas
blossom
in front of my eyes/
it’s making my blood boil and rise
at the fact that i
cannot seem to focus long enough
to make poetry i’m proud of

maybe tomorrow
[maybe even later today]

January 19, 2024

collect your thoughts
then spit them out
on a laptop

look at the dregs and see what it says
about you
about your past/present/future
read the spittle like tea leaves
and leave it alone for another day or two
to read them again
with a new eye
a new vibe
a new perception that perspective gives us

[i just want to know what my own brain
is thinking]