This was my favorite book of all.
My mother bought this big boy home around 1998 from her job. It was one of my constant companions through late night reading sessions, attempting to grasp concepts that I didn’t understand. There are still quotes written on the inside cover, barely there in pencil and pressed flowers from […]
In need of inspiration I went through a gaggle of old letters and was reminded of the time when our writing was light and lyrical. We played with language as though it was ours to invent. To give life to. To take away. Building castles of words that betrayed our deep imaginative lives. Nothing […]
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born […]
I woke up this morning a little bit before 5am and I was lying in bed thinking and thinking. So I got up and wrote a little bit and then blogged a bit. As I was looking for the post that referenced my resolution, I came across Auden’s poem “More Loving One.”
It was a poem […]
Erica Funkhouser, “Day Work”
Alone. I love to be alone. Againstthe numberless infinities. Or forthe re-creation of the little choresthat roof my world: embellished emptiness.
A round peg in a square hole will findits four corners—within, without—and fillthem with its private tyrannies. Be stilland see if solitude will make you kind.
Contained. I love to be […]
We are not loversbecause of the lovewe makebut the lovewe have
We are not friendsbecause of the laughswe spendbut the tearswe save
I don’t want to be near youfor the thoughts we sharebut the words we never haveto speak
I will never miss youbecause of what we dobut what we are together.
(Happy Valentines Day Everyone Everywhere-over and […]
The Nuyorican Poetry Cafe is always a good time and a requisite for anyone living in New York City. Its the place where a lot of the best and the brightest of the city have started their careers and its been a dream of mine forever to read on their stage (it will […]
By Louise Glück via the latest issue of the Paris Review. A cool wind blows on summer evenings, stirring the wheat.The wheat bends, the leaves of the peach treesrustle in the night ahead.
In the dark, a boy’s crossing the field:for the first time, he’s touched a girlso he walks home a man, with a man’s […]
On the eve of things I have not known,A quarter past the first of confusion.I draw things beautifully in the sandand wait for them to come to fruition.
(I wake this morning with words on the tip of my tongues and creeping stealthy out of my closed eyelids. Some days I conduct a little chase and […]
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