trying to write out
something
while my mind is reeling with
everything
but somehow i can think of absolutely
nothing
to try to write out to say…
short poem day
January 9, 2026
books
upon books
upon books upon books upon books
that’s what our house is made of
[and i wouldn’t have it
any other way]
January 1, 2026
every day
i learn something new
or see something in a way i
never knew to look at
and perhaps that’s the point of being human
or at least the point
of calling myself
a poet
December 24, 2025
eves are still for
excitement and
possibilities
no matter how old i grow
or how pessimistic i think i’m becoming
i still have the idea for what could be
just on my vision’s horizon
[i hope i never lose that]
December 17, 2025
one word to get across the finish line
of a word count goal
that is all mine
and i did it
just for me
just for me
December 11, 2025
maybe it’s not the gamification
of the to-do list
and self-care
maybe it’s masking self-care
as care for a lil’ guy™
and that’s what i need
to take care of my own
self
December 7, 2025
december is really hitting me like
a ton of bricks
being transformed quickly into feathers
[i still have some bruises, and some pokes,
but all in all it’s the suffocating stuffing that’s
hitting me rather than the pounding of existential pressure, so
at least that’s…
different]
December 5, 2025
you know
you’re probably
doing something not quite right
when you
have to
schedule yourself to “maybe just chillax”
in your
to-do list.
December 4, 2025
is it just last night’s sleep?
is it something in the air?
is it an allergy?
is it the depression?
or is it the actual date of today
that’s making me feel
this
type
of
way?
November 29, 2025
i wish i had a longer fuse
or understood how to deal with the concept of
actual siblings
or something
to make me less
full of stress
when kip’s family comes to visit
kipventures 