A Magical Mistake
I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them.
Wednesday, November 1, 2023
5 years
Wednesday, June 28, 2023
Dreams this morning
Tuesday, February 15, 2022
my mother was a sunshine of memory
Friday, January 28, 2022
Parallel Dystopia
Saturday, January 22, 2022
Darkness
Thursday, January 20, 2022
party
Thursday, December 9, 2021
rambling buttons
Wednesday, December 8, 2021
Heavy
the last episode of a particular chapter
translated
uncertainly
Monday, December 6, 2021
time to write a poem about covid and false memories of the past
on purpose
Friday, September 17, 2021
everywhere
Sunday, September 5, 2021
mime
Tuesday, April 27, 2021
House
the shadow that the floorboard casts
across my feet.
yesterday's coffee stirs
in the breeze sneaking under
cracks in window
leave broken faces staring into the sun
cold
my hands have no age
i dont recognize them
no wrinkle forms a memory
no scars are a thought
my dreams have transpired
they have become more reality than not
a neighbors lawnmower purrs
the grass is already asleep.
Friday, April 9, 2021
A Collection of Dream V
blocking the exits
a man dismantles a typewriter door frame
I walked down using the back
of chairs
it was to escape an theatre with
no screen I should have asked him to move
but I didn't want to bother ruin his
concentration
my hat is on my hip when I mean to make
sure I didn't leave it in my seat
the film flips at its end black white then black and white
two huge metal doors creak and
the theatre exits and an escalator like metro
removes takes me outside into a city
unlike but it feels like generally
DC