After discussing how my poetry has changed over time, I'd like to take a bit to talk about how my blogging has evolved, who I write it for, and how that feels. When I studied abroad for six months, I was introduced to the idea of personal blogging. Everyone was doing some variation of it; … Continue reading #95: The Blog
In London every street has a name (although it's hard to tell) And every train station has a train usually within a minute at least In London every store has underpaid workers unless you're in Westminster And every cashier has the same shit-eating grin because they're in London, so who cares? In London … Continue reading Towering
Send me to the Sahara To the rain forests To the grandest canyons The vilest slums of London I’ll survive When I find our new world You’ll see it too With your mind’s eye From the words of a diary Somewhere A train pulls into station And someone Emerges in another realm Metamorphosis Mind and body unrecognizable … Continue reading Wouldn’t You?
In London every street has a name (although it's hard to tell) And every train station has a train usually within a minute at least In London every palace has at least seven bedrooms one for each day of the week And every king or queen has distant family members in every other European … Continue reading In London
Each day separate but Each night I think the same thoughts I don’t know what it is I miss That I can’t find here Whether it’s the cold weather Breeding chilly complacency Or the familiar structures The short paved roads The unused swimming pools Or the stark red stop signs The roar of neighboring motorcycles … Continue reading Each Night