you can hold me here.

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Tue, 15 Dec 2009 12:53:19 +1300

sometimes the beauty steals itself back(see where the sun...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 07:41:41 +1300

sometimes the beauty steals itself back
(see where the sun envelopes the corner of my head!)
so sometimes i don’t even bother.

somedays i carry a paintbrush in my pocket, a pallet in my...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 07:38:26 +1300

somedays i carry a paintbrush in my pocket, a pallet in my forearm, and i try to recreate the colors as i go along.

yeah, somedays i take the stairs (or crush an ant) just to...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 07:23:03 +1300

yeah, somedays i take the stairs (or crush an ant) just to conquer something.

i mean, sometimes i squint my eyes, pretend the landfills are...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 07:10:08 +1300

i mean, sometimes i squint my eyes, pretend the landfills are mountains.

“do you miss it?”(proving the phrase “there...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 06:33:56 +1300

“do you miss it?”
(proving the phrase “there are no stupid questions” incredulously wrong, daily.)

i know i’ve posted it before, but if you’ve ever...

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 20:30:51 +1300

i know i’ve posted it before,

but if you’ve ever loved anything, this poem is for you.
this poem is a pair of pants that still fits no matter how you change.
this poem is an old friend.

this is for you as much as i can give it.

"live in THIS moment."

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 14:18:09 +1300

“live in THIS moment.”

- fortune cookie.

spent four-five hours with joy and her oil paints (my first time...

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 14:17:19 +1300

spent four-five hours with joy and her oil paints (my first time using) last night.

christmas wish list.

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 10:39:30 +1300

oil paints
water color paints
canvas
easel

film for a polaroid

extremely loud and incredibly close by jonathan safran foer
any book by any author a part of the elephant engine high dive revival tour.
any book by jeffrey mcdaniel.
books you think i’d enjoy in general.

bikram yoga classes.
crack salt from new zealand.
a nice pair of jeans.

more time.

when i am an old lady& the teacup puts its mouth on mei will forget where i am;try to fit your...

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 08:28:21 +1300

when i am an old lady
& the teacup puts its mouth on me
i will forget where i am;
try to fit your name into the crossword puzzle.

tis the season.

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 08:04:12 +1300

tis the season.

this is a sestina

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 15:07:00 +1300

people who write sestinas usually put the word “sestina” in the title so that other people can say “hey look! that person is smart, sestinas are hardwork!” then, the writer can feel genius, it’s really quite needy. that being said, this is my sestina.

I promised I would never write a poem
That mentioned moons
Birds
Ribcage (or) ocean
But then I held you like a small spoon
And it’s already too late.

We didn’t notice we were late
Because we were busy being poems
You drank my coffee with a spoon
Salvaged a soggy, marshmallow moon
Said “With this, you can pull the ocean.”
I thought you were a song, so did the birds.

in your shoulders I found the birds
you were sleeping, it was late
i tried not to wake your ribcage
for fear you might put it in a poem
i scooped some of your wonder, you can ask the moon
she saw me steal what makes you flutter with a spoon

and in my mouth I put that spoon
and I swallowed up the birds
LIKE A COLLASSAL MONSTER WHO SEES A COOKIE IN THE MOON
and in the morning it was too late
you’d already written a poem
it said “mom, would you rather be the ribcage or the ocean?”

I said “I think I’d rather be the ocean”
Married to the skyline’s silver spoon
Who so many write their poems
About the suicide of birds
Who kick-off their exodus too late
Singe like Iccarus before meeting the moon

No, son, I’d rather be the moon
Each human, one day, abandons his ribcage
THE MONSTER WILL DRINK THE OCEAN AND IT’LL BE TOO LATE
HE’S GONNA SIP THE WHOLE ATLANTIC WITH A SPOON
I’ve got feathers in my fingers, catching your imagination spitting birds
I couldn’t help it, it was you, you were the poem.

what i really want for christmas.

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 11:15:07 +1300

what i really want for christmas.:

i heart crack-salt.

a mitzvah? a mind.

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 20:13:01 +1300

the group home for boys has a well lit christmas tree and if you didn’t know that these kids lost their parents to a variety of tragedies - you might mistake it for a home. we went there to talk about things, predominantly poetry but whoknowswhatmightcomeup, to inspire writing or any alternate form of catharsis, to curl a fist around a pen instead. after the first poet spit, i asked a seventeen year old how spoken word differs from page poetry. “it’s more explosive,” he said.

"love is a room, that’s what it is."

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:53:26 +1300

“love is a room, that’s what it is.”

- brod, as her response to her husband obliging the doctor’s orders to sleep in separate rooms when he is diagnosed with (moreorless) abusive tourettes syndrome. this being her refusal. i love it.

studsmcgee: raptorinside: I’d go straight for Rachel Maddow,...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 13:31:48 +1300

studsmcgee:

raptorinside:

I’d go straight for Rachel Maddow, but I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t got straight for me. Watch her shut this guy DOWN.

Best Part…
Richard Cohen: “You’re taking it out of context.”
Rachel Maddow: “No, I’m reading it from your book, dude!”

rachel maddow, i’d make out with you.

kennythevampireslayer: Your Protector - Fleet Foxes i want...

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 21:03:25 +1300

kennythevampireslayer:

Your Protector - Fleet Foxes

i want someone to sing this to me in a dark bar and i’d like to be oblivious to it being for me, until many years later, when it’s too late.

LOL @ THAT.

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 15:03:35 +1300

ran into a friend i haven’t seen in years, since she moved to seattle. i ask for her number, and then call her to see if she still has mine. she does. i haven’t seen her since i was a sophomore, but i’m stored in her phone as POETRYHOTMEG.

i hope that name sticks.

maybe god is

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 10:36:44 +1300

our human need to apply human characteristics to vastly inhuman things.