Today is the day. I don't know what for, or why it's today or what it will be. Nor do I know where. But today is the day. I set the pack over my back. Headphones in my hears. Poetry, like yesterday and the day before. Poetry every day! There is nothing I want more. … Continue reading go
i want to write a poem
Home alone, sitting in my living room. I want to write a poem, but I don't know how it should go. I can feel a poem above my head, that's where they always originate. They are like clouds that begin to collect rain. They hover like clouds, with bellies full of water. They come from … Continue reading i want to write a poem
freedom
Whether we like it or not, we are free. That sucks for a lot of us. We are free to choose to stay closed in or to step out. The part that hurts are the consequences, and the fact that we can't escape them. If we keep our buds chained shut for fear of the oncoming … Continue reading freedom
