Graduate School and Alzheimer’s

Today was a rough day from the start. My grandmother is in the grasp of dementia and while there are definitely good days, when the stories aren’t nearly as painful, today was not one of those days. I’ve never been particularly great at compartmentalizing, so while I will attempt to do so here with the…

My Day

I had a bad day today, I cannot remember it, but I know it was bad. The markers are there, like a sticky note on the soul, all over the mirror in my bedroom. What do they say? Remember your appointments, oh…and your name. The bright yellow one is a lie because I remember you…

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Walking down the bicycle path With bits of sand blowing by Thinking about the beautiful setting And used panties on the sand Shades of white, blazing orange as A salty breeze makes me shiver Like the notifying buzz that told me More people were shot and that I shouldn’t trust the clouds So the end…

That Time/The Dandelion

You remember that time when I thought I was a dandelion? When I closed my eyes, raised my arms and wished Like a tree branch struggling to grasp the sun just out of its reach Hoping to ride the breeze out into free skies, limbs out infinitely, untouchable while searching for a place to settle…

Blood Lines

  We groom for succession Of ideas Of people Of ourselves To live a history Alternate to reality   We condition for succession By tales By story By myth To exercise a freedom From the immediate now   We talk about succession Specifically Abstractly Generally While screaming about Tearing it down.   All while we…

Earth, Wind and then Fire

I’ve waited for time to pass It has It looks old and smells like sparkles   Green leaf, would be dangling All carefree from the Watershed moments like Fleeting clouds misting me; Just barely.   Piercing sun, shy star and warm, Lay just beyond the horizon (With or without knowledge) Like a brush fire You…

Don’t Look

Don’t miss the lights The shiny, monstrous lights, That renews hope And devours The plague of truth.   Don’t look Or brave the frontier The imaginative place Of growth and devastation. Where the weeds of Yesterday still hold the Ground together by Splitting it apart.   Don’t look Or try to understand Because the empty…

Instapoetry

Sometimes I punch keys To vent that which cannot be seen But then I realize I abhor violence And so I just recite to myself.

Reflections on Germany and My Time Abroad

Reflections on Germany and My Time Abroad For the sake of clarity, I’ll try to keep this organized by offering sections to the aspects I’ll be covering (in the case someone is only interested in a single point). Mental Health I should get this out of the way in the beginning: I want to return…

Shadow of Doubt

No matter how I arrange you Something is out of place Considering new ways and larger Windows to see the world The shadows are closing in and laughing “This is where you need to be” Forever?   [In case of Escape, break glass]   Dust has collected leaving space for forensic proof That it’s time…

A Walk to the Clouds

It’s been quite some time since this ledge has appeared and once again we stand on the edge of the Earth.  It never gets easier thinking about the life that will be left behind, a history of faded curtains half-blocking a future of only mountainous escapes, but we made it. Lessons every year or two,…