For Linden – A Poem

This poem was crossposted to Instagram on 14 September 2020.


For Linden

When you look up at the stars
Do they guide you on your way?
This tiny vessel of time compose
Of hands, and feet,
And eyes, and toes,
On a spaceship on its course –

Navigator, your path
Is yours to choose
So don’t let lights
Of ancient love confuse
Instead know they send
Echoing guidance across
This eternal sea;
So you may find safe passage
When all is fraught with fear
For no matter how far away
Your family is always near


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Write Something Human – A Poem

Write Something Human

High school English teachers
Demand of children
That they “write something human”
Write magnificence incarnate
Write “from the heart”
On an SAT essay – first try – no mistakes
Follow a formula not designed
To recognize traumas’ teachings of
Avoidance – distilled down into
Insincere attempts at giving
Washed up old windbags
[Calling Postmodernism
“Like watching episodes of Seinfeld”]
What they wanted because honesty
Yields bad grades and phone calls –
Her ink screamed I didn’t belong there
But it was the only place I felt safe
When I had no words for the horrors
Witnessed – every day – as a child
And I Was A Terrible Student

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Just Add Solvent – A Poem

Here’s a new poem for everyone.



Just Add Solvent

If this were a watercolor
This is when the rain would come
Fat drops of water swallowing
Pigments into murky purples
Running down pages
Blurring the edges
Already fuzzy; obfuscated

If this were a bar you’d be drinking
Downing a shot to dilute
The troubled thoughts in your veins
Stretching you taught til you snap
Breaking something inside
Or on the outside
Blurring the edges
Already fuzzy; obfuscated

Let this moment evaporate
Leave behind what is left
A morning–after–scene
A head ache; a painting
A voicemail on your machine

You remember the mirror
A distorted bathroom self portrait
Your eyes added too much solvent
Blurring the edges
Already fuzzy; obfuscated
Shadowy paint brushes scattered
Pretending; ignoring; avoiding:
A morning–after–scene


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A Reflection On Flowers – A Poem

A Reflection On Flowers

Perhaps in early morning dew
As one bud fades into decay
The green of spring is still anew
Where old roots cling in fertile fray
But what of rocks and moss and bark?
Are dreams of blossom’s change to sleep?
A foolish gardener will prune all change
Hoping to preserve rather than create
And if there are genetic flaws? please keep
Or perfections’ disasters you will reap


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