ode to a decade of art (or, i wish i could push rewind)

ten years ago i took up the knife held it to my eye and with a flick felt it cut;… Read more ode to a decade of art (or, i wish i could push rewind)

Good Jazz

The way to tell good jazz is that you don’t notice him till the song’s ‘most over. Good jazz sneaks… Read more Good Jazz

T’ree A.M.

It t’ree a.m. High I&I rakkle and roll, swing an’ sway, irie feelins t’ru de day. Night-a call, me sess… Read more T’ree A.M.

Handful of Blues

Monday Night is blues Night so I wrote you a song that go something like dis. I was born with… Read more Handful of Blues

Bad Poetry from my Youth #2

Never Go Back You can never go back except for when you do. Her eyes still kiss his softly, secret… Read more Bad Poetry from my Youth #2

Miss dePoint

dried grasslands wave thin arms dancing — a concert to which poets are not invited. their conductor flares; crescendo to… Read more Miss dePoint

Bad Poetry from my Yout’ #1

I’ve decided to start a new feature because … boredom. I have tons of really bad poetry from my yout’,… Read more Bad Poetry from my Yout’ #1

Mumuration

murmuration convocation incantation o’er the nation rise above the situation fibrillation, elongation, deformation, oscillation, emulate a cloud formation, pull apart,… Read more Mumuration

iDon’t

i wonder if you’d mind if i traded a thousand of your likes for a single smile. would it offend… Read more iDon’t

Cycles

I posted the latter of these two poems on this blog around 18 months ago, but I thought I’d post… Read more Cycles