February 2012
4 posts
Turn Tables
You all speak of such pain.
Is my poetry not good enough if it’s derived out of happiness? Is it unrelatable? Am I not worthy of your approval if I’m not shouting into the microphone about fuck this and I hate that and you’re a piece of shit and I’m broken?
Why can’t positivity be ingested? What happened to love poems and sonnets and “shall I compare thee to a...
Poem
It’s funny when your life momentarily revolves around poetry, poetry analysis, poetry annotations, form, meter, rhyme, stanzas, theme, persona, apostrophe, ballads, sonnets, feet, stressed and unstressed, alliteration and consonance, Ginsberg, Whitman, Dickinson, Glück, Poe, Shakespeare, Keats, Yeats, Williams, Marlowe, Plath that all of a sudden you’re writing more poetry than you...
Morning Coffee
Imitation of Mock Orange by Louise Glück
It is not the caffeine, I tell you. It is your touch energizing my body.
I fear you. I fear you as I fear love,
the woman’s embrace paralyzing my body, the woman’s lingering sentiments
and the tears that always escape, the silent, emotional symbols of desperation —
In my arms this morning I feel your steady and reliable heartbeat multiplied in a...
Here
I floated through space, when space was cotton and wool and sheets whose ends tangled inside each other and knotted around my intertwined fingers.
I swam through streams, when streams were limbs cascading against pebbles which were the asymmetry of anatomy that flowed towards a larger body.
We...