colors

I love you as
     the night
hangs gently from your

brow, playing towards
     a twinkle,
determined to

turn your lips (
     revealing the bliss
     meant for us)
gentle red.

I love you as
     the sea laps salty
on the sand,

receding
     waters smoothly
cascading

across the
     vast beautiful coastline
     before ebbing
into blue.

I love you as
     a tree stretches for
the sun for

it knows nothing else
     energized by the effort
before winter, after,

half of it will return
     in bloom, better (for
     the trouble),
into green

heart


I wish I could
tell you why I
     retreat
into myself or what makes me
  disappear, invisible, and, if
     not alone, then
something close enough,
  removed from
  my heart.

I wish you knew
    the world ends when
     you’re not
in it, as I continue, aping
  life as
best I remember, not sure
     why I got here, longing
for
too long, appealing to you,
    my heart.

We dance

And we dance from
the warmth of her eyes – that
warmth we feel (you know
the one, it delights in
surprising us

when we’re too cold to
laugh) as that smile we
see (you know the
one, it speaks silently
in secret to us

when the world passes too close)
pulls us close with a
tug, shelter and
home in one.


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Taking stock

Part of this process has involved going back through decades of stuff I’ve written, combing through hundreds of documents and deciding what is at least decent and what is unquestionably embarrassing juvenalia. There seems to be a fair amount of both. For every turn of phrase I’m glad found voice, there seem to be several which makes me cringe. Or not just cringe but flinch – physically recoil at the self-importance, the pretension.

(Am I really selling you on this so far?)

What’s most interesting in those high school poems (I don’t consider teenage angst interesting) is that they all rhyme. They use a variety of rhyme schemes, but they all rhyme. How much time I must have spent going through “back, cack, dack, fack, oh flack! Boom. Nailed it.” It was also around this time I started saying “that’s the bomb.com” because the internet was new, URLs were novel, and I enjoy running something deep into the ground, burying it under tons of dirt and then salting every inch of every mound of dirt to ensure no one ever, ever wants to hear from me again.

Also, my handwriting was amazing.

Look at that handwriting! Ignore the handwringing!

So yes, combing through these poems has been an adventure through space and time, truly making me Doctor Who at last.

Taking the plunge

I’ve been writing my whole life, but it’s largely been confined to an off-and-on hobby. Not anymore, my friends! I’m not getting any younger and it’s time to get serious about this. Join me on my journey! Help me as I push towards my first published collection of poems! Watch as I gain international fame and leave all my friends and family behind!

Well that is extremely unlikely. But I’ve reached a point in my life (mid-life crisis cliche) where I am comfortable, determined, and motivated enough to throw myself out into the world and see what comes back. Will it be universal ridicule? Wide-ranging rebuke? Or, most terrifyingly, passionate indifference?

Yes! Or no! At any rate, here we go!

So this is my plan for the site/blog.

  • I’ll provide updates on my progress towards completing a full manuscript.
  • I’ll provide provide sneak peaks at things I’m in-process working on.
  • I’ll share personal details no one ever asked for.
  • I’ll share some incredibly embarrassing things I recently found from high school, proving that I have been writing for decades and teenagers are even more self-absorbed than you remember.
  • I’ll beg you for feedback and support, in some order.

And that’s it. Welcome aboard and I hope you stay a while.