poetry

21 posts

January 28, 2012 The View From a Hill
Inspiration: Eric Weinstein . The View From a Hill A mango turns soft The hill grows grass and I do not grow grass I drop guacamole on my heel A dress...
January 2, 2012 Tasteless
is my bowl. A spicy sauce floats on top, steam glassed noodles heap in sun rays. No credit. Cash. Pucker and ladle stems, beef, chili penance into the...
November 6, 2011 Epic Poem #1: The Sex Bear
One to read aloud to the kids. It rhymes, and I'm working on the iambic pentameter, via the verse form Onegin stanza. (Go Vikram Seth!) Dedicated to a...
October 24, 2011 the paisley dirt hole
the paisley dirt hole A maroon rabbit, loose and lumpy, cotton, fluff, on my child's palm. Sits on top a totem toke, squeezes sky — sky scraper scribe...
October 20, 2011 Gone: A poem inspired by Anne Carson
Gone Red pen in a small book kept scribbling poems and I scribbled back. Stick figures on edges (wide-eyed) drew faces messy and fat. Lines were washe...
September 29, 2011 Knit and Tonic
A man much wiser than me said that poetry's purpose is to deepen your sense of self. This is updated from July 7th. It's much, much better. Inspiratio...
September 12, 2011 Tribute to Philip Levine: Eggs and Bread
The next Poet Laureate for the United States is a man named Philip Levine . I'll be completely honest and tell you that I have stopped, for all intens...
September 5, 2011 The sap dries quickly enough
This is a poem. Does it make sense? The sap dries quickly enough You know, I did my best to get friend-zoned. I invited conversations about boy troubl...
September 4, 2011 Maroon City
Maroon City We haven't seen the typhoons, not once, but in August and September when the clouds attack the asphalt walkways lining the gutters of this...
August 27, 2011 Trio: Poetry in Florida
Written during spring break under fluffy comforters in Port St. Joe, Florida, and revised for the modern age. They're jaunty, fun! 1. Coffee Uppercut ...
August 17, 2011 Stickers of the Bayou
When he boxed his red jewel —an apple face scraping the cement— broken skin lips like light pennies he surveyed cities lapsed. Dig out the tides, the ...
August 17, 2011 Healing Bells
Healing Bells Every man misses opportunities. Let’s begin by walking in tall grass along a farm, kicking dirty rocks where car wheels cross. He trots ...
August 11, 2011 Entry
Suppose you fought and felt claws and scratched an itch that leaked blood. He waved a heart-shaped flag at half-mast. You were quiet then. More cozy n...
August 5, 2011 Castle Rock
Lord of the Flies inspired. Castle Rock They foraged, they swam, they dug at the base of roots, they willingly refused to take showers — pioneers. The...
August 4, 2011 How to write a FOOT co-leader poem
Ah, FOOT.* (Ooh, I look like an Asian grandpa on the site!) I found this in the figurative dust bin of my computer, and do not want to lose it. to Jea...
August 2, 2011 Bottle Service
Who says drinks aren't free? Tears and sweat drip glowing green, stop the tan eyelash model: she chokes on her own spit, an executive in white pumps a...
July 29, 2011 At Columbus Circle, in the sketchpad
July 5, 2011 Caterpillar Perfume
Inspired initially by Bianca Stewart. (Does she have more than one poem?) Caterpillar Perfume Yesterday we went running the stoplights out of tune ora...
June 29, 2011 Wendy's poem
As you can tell, I did not spend much time writing today. But while I was at Wendy's with Annelise, I did manage to compose a poem about the restauran...
June 19, 2011 4 years at Yale
When I have writers block, the best remedy is to keep pounding out words, even if the bulk is pure doggerel. The second best cure is to capitulate to ...
June 17, 2011 Eraser Knob
Currently working on a long read about my relationship with alcohol . Until then, here's a poem, about all my work this week sorting through children'...