i don’t always know
what i want to say
but i know when i’m not saying it
writing about writing
October 3, 2024
i don’t know what to write about
except gibberish
and nothingness
September 25, 2024
once upon a time
[like maybe a year or so ago]
i started writing poetry
based on prompts
to try to train my mind
to come up with the kinds of lines
that would work in a
park-based
typewriter-written
pay-per-poem
endeavor
and i stopped because
i don’t know
i guess i assumed i’d never be quite
good enough
but hey
it gave me different poems
than writing about writing about writing
every morning
so maybe
poemtober
[poem-october]
will be a boon
for my own brain
and feeling stuck in cycles
of poetry
for poetry’s
sake
September 22, 2024
the disappointment i feel in my own government
in my own daily interaction with the people of this country
or even the world
maybe i should start writing fiction more
just to be able to be around the people i enjoy
and in spaces where i’m not
constantly hounded by the existential depression of
“this could be so much better
but it just
isn’t”
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?
September 10, 2024
interesting
interesting
i wrote but i didn’t post
yesterday
i wonder what that means
i wonder what that means
and the puppy just freaked out and boof-howled
but she hadn’t done that with Kip not around
i wonder what that means
and the cat has been perching on my lap
far more in the last couple of weeks
than since we lost Louka
i think i might know what that means
and additionally
i feel like
my writing has gotten
so
much
worse
lately
i wonder
what
that
means
September 8, 2024
write until
it’s time to order
write until
the coffee is done
write until
this song is over
write until
you literally can’t anymore
[and then write a little bit more]
September 4, 2024
write to the sounds of
indoor cats purring
outdoor dogs yipping
our dog boofing
even though she knows she oughtn’t
even though she’s trying so hard to not
but her little grumble/whine/barks
are so cute
it’s hard to scold her
especially because
i know
i can tell
she’s trying
she’s trying
she’s trying
August 31, 2024
keep on writing
keep on finding
what little things are left to find
in this world/state/city/life
and maybe, one day, someone else will want to read what you have to say
August 27, 2024
what is this morning
but a slew of words
thrown up against
a screen
waiting for me
to make sense of them