September 5, 2026

writing exercises
that rely on memory
and childhood
always piss me off

the parts of my childhood that i only have
the foggiest of emotional memories of
were absolutely idyllic

the parts of my childhood
where i can actually picture
outfits and items and hear words and activities being done
those are at least shadowed if not fully enveloped in
approaching tragedy
and/or soon to be
trauma

don’t ask me to remember things
my brain has no clear memory of

and don’t ask me to partake in a “fun activity”
when everything i may bring up
may bring the room
down

[it is not a compulsion i’m working against —
it is simply the facts of my own
past]

May 12, 2026

peacocks strut their stuff
opening a fan of flamboyance for
everyone’s eyes

(i often wonder if they know how fabulous they are, and if
the male peacocks actually open their tails for the purpose of finding
a mate, or if it’s a little bit egoistic and showing off for the purposes of showing off

for showing off’s sake)

April 30, 2026

sounds
are waves
saying hi to your eardrums
and crashing into your brain
with melody
with emotion
with purpose

there’s a reason music brings folks together just just just right

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