December 8, 2025

kip playing with music
a whole set up here at our
kitchen table

and something in me wants to create

is it music?
am i ready to hear my own voice
echoing back from me
via vocoder at least?

or am i more in the physical scheme
and want to cut and trim and sew and see
what kind of creation i can make with
my own two hands

or am i finally ready to write that book
i’ve been threatening to write
forever and a half

or is it the video series
or a play
or silly skits
on social media
[probably not that last one
if my mental health is any key
or indication, having done so well
these past few months
without
that curse looming over me
via my phone…]

[who knows]
[who knows]

August 5, 2025

technology
impacts us all
in different ways

for some of us, the convenience is worth it
and we wouldn’t have the life we have
or the friends we’ve made
without it

for some of us, there has been more bad created than good
and the stress and hassle of all the social media
and expectations and designed obsolescence
it just makes us
furious

and then there are some of us
who would love to love technology
but technology just doesn’t love us —
we are always the one person in the system where
errors perpetually occur, or
those technological wonders we hear about just won’t work
when we’re in the room,
and the minute we touch an item
it is broken without
explanation

[you may think there must be a logical explanation
for this curse, but let me tell you, as the person with it,
with a spouse who works in computer technology as an engineer,
has seen it first hand, and whose mind was changed,
it absolutely is real]

February 2, 2025

deciding
deciding
deciding between
connection and
mental health and
why is it that there’s no
solid line between the two
and they’re interspersed
with fascism in this land
and those who want to fight
also have to use the damn
master’s tools
as it stands
why can’t we
just burn it all
down

and start with something new built on
compassion?

April 23, 2024

why is it that
when i am beginning to be social
on the social medias
i get so panicked and stressed and scared?

is the internet —
particularly the portion
with people one already knows —
really that frightful?

August 11, 2022

on pumping myself up (and all that entails) :

you can do it!
[i can do it]
the coffee will help!
[but it’s not a necessity,
because i can do it on my own!]
yes, you can do it all on your own!
just go into the thing, and change the other thing
[very specific of you]
thank you.
but for realz, who cares if anyone gets upset?
it’s your name
your identity
what makes you feel good/
gender euphoric/
most yourself
[and if i run into another issue
about ‘how names should be formatted’?]
well, then, that’s the patriarchy,
and your know what we do to the patriarchy…
[burn it down!?!]
burn it down!!!

…but also, logistics/red tape/maybe a strongly worded letter
[mmm, strongly worded letters…]
much better than politely worded letters, don’t you think?
a way to get out your ire &
not to freak out about the writing of an email
because it needn’t be perfect,
but it must be passionate
[but what if they don’t believe me
because it’s not perfect?
or what if the person who gets the email
believes the same as i do
and i ruin their day
because not only did they get ire
all sent towards themself,
they also can’t do anything
about it
and that makes them feel worse???]

i mean, we don’t even know if we need to write a strongly worded letter
yet,
first we need to try to do the thing
and i feel like
both this poem
and the overthinking
are ways to avoid
just doing the thing;
staying complacent
in this quite simple and adjustable lot in life
so…?
are we gonna do it?
[…

…yes?]
yes!
do it!!
you can!!!

[update:
i did it!
it was easy
but then…
memories!?!?

ugh, the social medias…]
ugh…

May 26, 2021

writing
posting
editing
sharing
there is a different me that comes out
whenever i start to edit and actually do things
(but, again, is that the real me?
is there only one true real me?
are all these hjs part of the one true hj?)
and that’s why i get so freaked out
with the internet and social media
because it only really allows for one of you,
when truly
everyone is made up of so much:
their thoughts and feelings
their past and memories
their response to trauma
their response to non-trauma
any mental illness(es) they may (or may not) have
their likes
and loves
and dislikes
and hates
the people who raised them
the people they raised
the people surrounding them
the people they’ve stopped attaching themselves to
their schooling
their education
(because those are two separate things)
their hobbies and interests
the things they do when they’re bored
the dreams and hopes and aspirations
and even as i list these things
even if i were able to list all the things i could think up
in words and analogies and metaphors and phrases
it still wouldn’t be enough
because,
though i do love to complain about them,
humans are beautiful and complex creatures,
and they can never be summed up
in words;
the ineffable beings,
the infinity of selves,
they (we) all hold inside.