January 6, 2025

the problem with my desire to write
both poetry and prose is that
my poems feel more like journal entries
and my stories read more like poems
and when i try to make sure one feels like itself
[or even if i force into line the opposite kind
of writing that most folks find stable and ‘right’]
it all feels forced and off and awkward in the daylight

so, i suppose, i should just always write without expectation or label or genre
or even a plan for any words that come to mind?

i suppose, i should just

write?

January 17, 2024

the problem with writing
in a different format
[essay and story
i.e. two different prose types]
for so many days
is
it makes
my poetry feel
somehow
Wrong —
maybe less than
maybe too much
maybe just off
from what i’m now used to
but it all just feels so
Wrong
now

March 29, 2023

i’ve lost my mind
inside
a well aged mansion
on a first planet from the sun
filled with animate skeletons
and backstabbing
and mystery
and…
i haven’t lost myself in a story in so long
in a world like this one
i feel obsessive
obsessed
and like i want to compress the time between time with my headphones
making excuses to do chores
take walks
just so i can know what the heck is going on
and it feels refreshing
but also like i
wish i could write a story
this immersing

January 19, 2023

my mind fills with stories
my eyes close and see words
language was always about translation
from thoughts to forms others understood

but here in this moment
when opportunity meets momentum
only morning pages
will ever
get done

~~~

but is that
so bad
a thing?

~~~

i know i could write prose in poetry
i know i could tell a story esoterically
but my words still only seem fit
to express the feelings
in my own life

how could i tell another’s?