What are we doing here
fighting over things we don’t want,
things we don’t care about? Continue reading “Enough is Never Enough”
Tag: Poetry
Vegvísir
By that shoal swam
myth and majesty,
each with a face,
blurry still with
the tide settling. Continue reading “Vegvísir”
In This Body Dwells Another
There were giants in the lands that sub-blessed afternoon. In the distance and in these hands. At my soles and in the sand. And at my feet is where their feet begin. A solstice day that might never end. The titan in my head marches on, hungry and proud of the days to come. Of […]
A Beach Made of Rainbow
At the edge of a world afraid,
there rests a place
where the sea collects gems,
weaves them into jewelry,
and adorns them on her beaches
like lives to a bookcase. Continue reading “A Beach Made of Rainbow”
Meet Me in a Raindrop
Suspended in a raindrop that never fell.
A memory that hasn’t happened
replays on and on
but I won’t tell. Continue reading “Meet Me in a Raindrop”
Moving to Neptune
As sure as the moon is blue
and the grass is crimson,
I belong up there
in the waters hidden
under the shadows of an earth
too detached in a space made crowded
by rubies atmospheric. Continue reading “Moving to Neptune”
They slammed the door in my face
Claustrophobic.
I barely fit in this doll house
let alone a gymnasium,
too many questions. Continue reading “They slammed the door in my face”
Neil Gaiman
I say that you’re my favorite
as if I read so much.
Truth is: I’d rather watch
your works come to life,
all the acting and such. Continue reading “Neil Gaiman”
Hughes Blues Part Five
For whatever reason, I just felt like reading some more poetry by Hughes and I was delightfully surprised this morning. I’m nearing the conclusion of my story so I stopped to think about what this all means. Like what does being a god have to do with this? Just in case you didn’t know, a […]
Return of the Mack
Here’s my obligatory “everything is going great” post: Everything is going great. But no really, it is. For a long time, I’ve had a hard time finding the distinction between work and play because the “work” that I’d prefer to be doing could also be considered play. And because that play can also be considered […]
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