#restingboomerface

Ahem, how should I say this without being self-deprecating? I’m waiting for my next bit of poem-writing creativity to strike, so in the meantime, here’s a little bit of nonsense… I’ve been thinking about the generic resting faces of the generations as seen by me, a millennial, and being in a silly mood, I decidedContinue reading “#restingboomerface”

Writing poetry

Creating art, for me, is almost always an act of catharsis. Poetry is an interesting form of expression: when I am writing it, I am usually in a heightened state of lucidity. A first step feels like all of my mental faculties are working simultaneously on extracting a lived experience. A second step is moreContinue reading “Writing poetry”

A Masculine Perspection

Your feminine enthralls me, Draws me; My masculine sees you as beauty pure, Incapable of seeing anything else, And why would it try? What does it want, you ask? And quite right, For trouble often follows it closely, I will tell you what this accursed says to me: Liberate your eyes, Let them caress herContinue reading “A Masculine Perspection”

Why, failed?

Look at me, My dear friend, Before you ask, Make careful your observation, Of what presents itself so obviously; And obliviously, My unriddling has its limits. What do you call, Someone who is doomed from the start? A poet whose pen beats? With ink bright red? Who can only share his lived esotericities, In phrase-twistsContinue reading “Why, failed?”

Art

Art can strive to remind us of the larger picture, to bring us out of the little boxes that we use to keep safe. Art should strive to remind us that we can choose to have beating hearts larger than life, that we are so much more and that we can do so much more.Continue reading “Art”

Borderline Worlds

In how many worlds does your heart reside? I will tell you about mine. In one world my heart is old, Yearning for richness in life, Where the language discovers emotions unknown, Where north, south, east, and west precariously balance, and each with their own story. In another world my heart is a fool, WhereContinue reading “Borderline Worlds”

Working Peace

Breathe, slow and deep, It is this that soothes. Compose, your self, It is this that readies. Endure and accommodate, You must, It is this that allows its existence. Focus, a warning if you don’t; if you dare an act of self-relevance it may disturb your focus, Focus Indeed and well, but you will beContinue reading “Working Peace”

Only Will

I gave up, friend It’s a long story But I gave up The worst part of it is Losing the spring in my step Losing the fun in my heart. Sparking joy out of nothingness, I don’t have that anymore I wish it were a spell It’s a long story The story is irrelevant NowContinue reading “Only Will”