Right
Light
Might
Fight


Bite?

lou

There's an echo coming from the
shadows (which make no sound according
to science.)

Have you ever heard the echo of no sound?
Have you ever heard the echo
of no sound?

Of no sound?

Have you ever heard the echo of a shadow?
Have you ever heard the
ec ho of th e

I can't be here.
Not here.
Not without...
I really do feel sick, I want you

to know that.

THRASHING AROUND I EMPTIED MY GAZE
from the solitary confines of THIS
brain...or...
the shadows. Yes, yes,
they are back again, despite the
medddicine I've not been taking.
Taking.
I've given up freely, the insincerity
of your idea of what is truth. You.
Youu. I'll deal with You in a minute,
friend. My friend. THRASHING.

I spat upon the wall, rubbing in
the saliva, I stuck my finger through
the chalky plaster, concealing
my escape.

a murder of crows

a murder of crows
a murder of crows
murder of crows
if it will
find
one way or another
one way
i removed my kin
it just came off
in flakes
missplaced
i can't
a murder of crows
OH SO WE ARE BACK TO THIS
i can't bring myself to
oh, but you know...

i am sorely affected by the
preceding events.
(even surprisingly so)

business

Just please let me get back to my writing class.
Its my only creative outlet all week.
I thought a night class would be great
because I could sit there for 2 1/2 hours
in a class I like. I didn't even think about
not having it at all for the rest of the week.

Flowing more freely than wine

Never frightened of leaving it,
Everyone weaving it,
Coming on strong all the time,
All through the day, I me mine.

International Beatles Freaks Day.
Celebrate.

In the corners,
the shadows are
darkest.
As long as they
stay there,
I'll be okay.

I sat down here to write something,
but it's much too dark in this room.
And my brain.

one road

Trees are best when bare
and coated in sleeves of snow.
I've got a road that is lined
with them for miles. It's great
in the summer because
the leaves shield the sun,
leaving columns of sunlight
to filter through
the pollen ridden air.
But in the winter...

the best

I mean, it's easy to say its the same now.
Everything's the same now as it was.
Even a month ago. Two weeks ago.
Yesterday.
It's not though.
Nothing ever is.
Especially nothing like this.

sorry about that

here i am

sometimes i know people that are too cool for comfort

haaa and the DOWNHILL sllopeeee begins
and if you'd show me a way to the exit
then GOD i would appreciate that i'll be
there, but i'll be late, and if you could
please excuse the cover, i believe i am
far too cool to bother. and if you could
please excuse the SARcasm i'll be on my way
and just don't even bother, i'm not even
TRYING here. you know of course, it's not all
about FORM AND SPACE, but that's only MOST
of it sometimes, its ORIGINALITY THAT MATTERS
and you know its not even ABOUT THAT.
be right back, i just got a text.

oh, X is for Chi

The buzz on the TV is growing
(drilling)
and the lights in the room are dimming
(dying)
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
I need home,
merry Christ's Mass

Betrayed again by seasons.
Silken streams of silver float
knowingly across cool dreams
of amber. Again.
It's so cold.
(The desert yawns, opens wide
its fallow plains, consumes me.)
Crow caws.
It's so cold.

Two Sided Printing - Flip On Short Edge

I learned about "Flip on Short Edge" last night. After walking 20 minutes in -1 degree weather, I made it to the printing lab to print out my chapbook. I did so, and trudged back through a Pittsburgh December to my house. I sat down to staple together the packet only to find that when you print 2 sided, the default sets the back sides of the pages to be UPSIDE DOWN in reference to the front side. Apparently its good for CHARTS. Well NOT FOR CHAPBOOKS. I guess "Flip on Short Edge" is the setting I needed. Its so cold. So horribly cold. I was trying to be prepared. Now I have to go print it and put it together using the Just In Time technique.

Help.

Help. I'm drowning. And I can't get up.

it's snowing

They say that when a crow
flies alone, it is carrying
a soul of the deceased
to the afterlife.

I saw one the other day,
and I think I saw you too.

In Moonlight

We danced our last dance
under the moonlight while
seafoam caressed our feet.
Gliding majestically across
sand and stone, slowly making
our way west, where the sun had set.

I kissed your forehead,
you held me close, then releasing
your hand, I watched you spin and
twirl and dance your way into the
ocean, as the tide washed away
the steps we had made.

We're married amber

I know you will think this post is about you.
It is not.

i i i i i i i

I wish you would tell me more.

71A, Friday Night. 8:30, Maybe 9:00

I rode the bus home
and took special notice
of the frozen expressions
on people’s faces. Still.
Complacent. We hit a bump
and I bit the inside of my cheek.

I wondered if my demeanor
looked as dejected to them as
theirs to me. Each bump and roll
dragged their heads in unison,
left, right. The faces kept steady,
unmoved, staring straight ahead.

The bite started to throb and my
mouth tasted of iron. I pushed my
tongue in the hole to see if I could
still feel pain.

Oh where's my brain?

i wish i could write a book
called the book of nods.
actually,
i wish i could write a book
that consisted of all the
postcards i've received.
unfortunately, i haven't that
many.

hmm...

and an extra note:

I need to find new pictures for postcarding.
I like to send postcards.
Tell me if you want one.
Because I have a whole bunch of polar bear stamps.
I make my own. That makes them one of a kind.

The postcards. Not the polar bear stamps.
They remind me of Coca-Cola.
Yum.

Seriously. I'll send you one.

hanging in and holding fast

I cant form a coherent thought
that would make
sense to put here for
some people someone to read
but instead I'm just going
to write and every now and then
hit enter so some crazy person
flipping through blogs will
glance and think its some
awesome poem or something
because of the way it's

spaced.
Good word.

No one is here anymore.
Including me.
Maybe I started that trend.
I don't know what else to say.
Or where to start.

maybe you're right...

maybe i am.
im trying to get out of it.
dodge it at all costs.
it doesn't feel like it.
it doesn't feel right.

i cant feel my brain

longlonglonglonglonglonglonglonglong
longlonglonglonglonglonglonglonglong

i've lost my place

I've been dropped headfirst
in a sea... in a sea
of possibilities
(responsibilities)
I've told you already
I can not start from
this.
I can not get from here to there
without an arrow.
without a light.
without

HI THERESA :)

Listen

Trigger Finger.
Things I Need To Read.
To Be Read In 500 Years.
The floor is rumbling.
War.
And you.