a near-unbearably emo composition i wrote in 2020, the night before I turned 22.
21 landed like a dust storm. no
warning, hazy, blew through town. it
left dirt in the cracks between my teeth. i
sneezed for a week.
May, 2021
this past year I have been experimenting with time.
May is
stifling in a different way this year.
I open my blinds and the clouds start falling.
You used to fill up the silence like candies in a jar.
cell phone notes
thank you notes app for giving me automatic line breaks.
alternative title: ‘weird autumn’
in my dreams it’s summer
and the air is bone dry, no moisture, so
sterile that taking too deep a breath
stings. the mattress in the empty
swimming pool is sprouting weeds. the
clouds turn the sky night-dark and the
trees vibrate, stretching their limbs out in
anticipation. it’s going to be a proper
summer storm, the kind that cleaves the
world cleanly through. i walk through the
lot and up the hill, up the hill, up the hill,
where the grass grows waist-deep and it
feels like swimming. lightning cracks
through the air and snaps shadows into
the edges of the old power plant.
Quarantine Diaries
wrote this in the first week of May. edited in July.
My suitcases are still full of clothes.
Boxes are stacked in the garage.
My desks and drawers are outlined with dust.
I am in-between.
The Paddy Fields
A persona poem written in syllabic verse for a class assignment.
(FYI: syllabic verse = all three stanzas have the same number of syllables in each line. It’s a huge bitch to write, especially when you start forty-five minutes before the deadline and you only have 10 fingers to count syllables.)
Based on the following photograph.
when in montreal
written on a cell phone notes app on august 8, 2017. poem.
another installment of the “Cell Phone Notes” series. if you think these are A Lot, you should see the ones i tapped out on my iPhone SE in 2015.
features: imagery involving a trip to a Canadian lakehouse that you have never been to. but the imagery includes dogs and turtles so, really, how can you refuse? to be honest the whole poem is a bit stale, and i would have struck it from the website, except the last part about bees is quite nice. manages to get me every time.
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written on a cell phone notes app on August 1, 2017. one of many, many winding and long-suffering poems that i have on my iPhone. although still not as long-suffering as our drive up to Buffalo, New York. perhaps if this was written during a run to the grocery store it would be much neater.
features: lots of discourse about trees, the weather, and the color green. also some general senses of ennui and existential dread.
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