not really feeling
the writing right now
but i know i should
and i gotta
and i will and i am and i have been
and i did
morning routine
April 17, 2025
Kip making music
on an OP-1
on top of a wooden table
with metal bars
supporting
running across to where i rest my foot,
and even through my thick bootie
i can feel the bass rumble through
into my bones
and i love it
August 26, 2024
stress dreams about travel
and hotel stays
and alarm systems
and cats
and i am still so tired
and though i don’t want to go back into the dream
[admittedly, there was some kind of mystery
i would have liked to figure out]
the desire to go back to sleep
after eating some sort of breakfast
and playing some sort of game
is so strong
i’m letting myself write myself tired
rather than write myself
awake
August 21, 2024
the first sip of coffee
creates quite the placebo effect in me —
i know my genetics don’t react that much
to caffeine
nor could the actual waking effect
happen while the liquid
is still in my mouth, but damn
simply tasting
and swallowing
this delicious brown bean soup
kicks my awareness
into overdrive
and i actually feel
kinda awake and alive
for the first time
the first moment
in the day
August 3, 2024
sitting kips
perching cats
lazing puppies
lofi beats
typing fingers
purring felines
windy fans
buzzing electricity
and caffeined beverages
someday i’ll be able to stand up again
and do some more morning things
but for now, this cat is keeping me sitting
so i’ll continue writing
for as long as she needs
my lap
June 21, 2024
how do morning pages feel so much better
with my kip sitting across from me
and a cup of cold coffee in my hand
and a cat perched upon my lap
and a puppy underneath my chair
and everything as it is meant to be?
when did i start liking
consistency?
April 5, 2024
what a day
was yesterday —
a covid kip/
a power outage
lasting hours
[so no regular morning things]/
many calls and stresses/
and finally, the dreaded mri
[but not before getting poked and prodded
and hurt and pained
and bruised]
and, of course, a target run
for my sickkip
but now
now
today
this morning
at this moment
things
are back
to
[relative]
normal
March 13, 2024
the focus isn’t necessarily not here today,
but it is wide and reaching and not necessarily on
the poem piece i’m in the moment making…
maybe it’s on a memory of years and years ago,
and wondering if that one person i interacted with
once
ever thinks fondly on their time helping me
decide what hot sauce i like best on my diner eggs
[i certainly think about them sometimes,
though i don’t even remember their appearance at all…]
maybe it’s on the moment i just had —
looking into the prism that spins rainbows around our house,
but when the sunlight directly flows through it
to ones eyes, one will be blinded in that spot
for approximately the time it takes to write
one stanza of one poem…
maybe it’s on my coffee
or my morning routine
or what i still have to do today
or what i’ll need to be doing later
or maybe my focus is just flitting around
the outsides of my figurative vision, waiting
for my peripheral to catch up with what i have already known
deep down
deep down.
February 17, 2023
wake
myself up
with poetry
widen my eyes
with words
pump my veins
with phrases
of soft rhymes
and alliterations
and pick up the pace
of morning
with stanzas of
longing
and beauty
wake
myself up
with poetry
January 24, 2023
take your moment
meditate
relax
it’s just a morning
like any other morning
no extra stress comparatively
i don’t know why your heart is beating like that
so loud
so loud
but it is what it is
and it is just a morning
so meditate
write
and be here when you’re ready
kipventures 