There was a quote I had come across that described the Pisces personality as people who collect people and store them in little jars. When I think about how little I knew of my ex-fiancee’s past, I think about these jars stored somewhere that only she has access to. This isn’t a criticism, it’s more…
SHARING
Almost half-way through the month and I’ve done very little to celebrate or even recognize national poetry month. I wrote a post at the beginning of the month. I think I declared that I’d try to write four or five new poems (I’m maybe partway through two). I also think I said I’d post lines…
YOU MAY SAY I’M A DREAMER
I’m enjoying having my daughter here with me this week. By the time I adjust to her being here with me, she’ll be on her way back to New Jersey. She had originally planned to stay through the week, but she now has a video job interview on Friday and would like to be back…
PRACTICE
Half asleep, she cooked up two eggs and some toast, poured herself a cup of coffee, black no sugar. I was twelve minutes and seventeen seconds (give or take) in to watching a twenty-one minute and thirty-two second (give or take) news clip. That was the type of attention I was paying. She, Anna, an…
NOTES FROM MY PHONE
I’d bitch about it being Sunday night and the start of another week, but most of my days look the same. Today was Easter – a holiday I haven’t really celebrated in years. I’m not a particularly religious person. Though I’ve become more spiritual over the past year or so. For me, the day was…
THE REST OF APRIL 11
This morning I wrote about the significance today holds for me. I tried to tread cautiously because, well… honestly I’m not sure why. Part of me is tired of writing about the same thing, running over the same old ground. I didn’t want that post to be just another in a long string of similar…
APRIL 11
For me, it’s hard not to acknowledge today – this date. This time last year, it was a Thursday, my fiancee, B, had gone in to the city to run some errands and go to a counseling session. It was sunny, the trees were starting to bloom. When she came home, things felt different and…
THE HUMIDITY OF MORNING
This morning as I opened the sliding glass door to the balcony so I could sit and have coffee and read a few poems, the smell of the humidity in the air reminded me of early mornings at the beach before the heat grew oppressive under the high sun. I had pulled out my volume…
A MAN LEARNS SOONER OR LATER
It will come as no surprise that I’m strangely attracted to the complicated. Complicated feelings, thoughts, lives, phrases. And maybe complicated isn’t quite the right word. Anything that seems to acknowledge the full range of emotions, things that can be funny and sad at the same time. I like Vonnegut because of his dark sense…
CULTIVATING KINDNESS
Since it’s poetry month, I’m sharing one that a friend shared on Facebook. Not only does it seem appropriate for these times, but it resonates with my (and many people’s) dualistic/multiplicity approach to life – in order to understand x, we need to contemplate or feel y. Not sure how the poem will render on…
APRIL
When all the world seems in flux,and the river is high and floodedpast the shores of Arkansas,calm sunset on the Mississippi They say it’s the cruelest month… The showers bring the flowers. Typically, it’s tax month. It begins with April fool’s day (today). It’s National Poetry Month. It’s the month of my mom’s birthday. It’s…
ABOUT LAST NIGHT…
Uggghhhh…. when I’m up late writing a post like the one I wrote last night – part confessional, part longing, part missive, part train wreck – I wake up almost feeling groggy and hung over from the experience. Like who did I drunk dial last night and what did I say…? I usually spend the…