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#1) Hungry Games
17 Apr 2020
No matter how clever (and poetic) the mouse, the odds (and biology) are forever in the cat's favor - a lesson from deep in a pathless wood.
#2) A Road
30 May 2020
My dramatic narrative poetry is influenced by Frost's concepts as a writer - but I absolutely hate his poems. I blame my supercilious Literature professors - so I damn them to eternally debate these layers with Frost himself.
#3) Jabberwonky
14 Jun 2020
I still have Jabberwocky memorized from voice production. Standard American has been useful. The music side - phonetically singing German Opera? Not a great life hack. Oh. Trump. Give yourself a stroke as a birthday present?
#4) The Feed of the Gram
14 Jul 2020
In my misery of two years of acting classes, the only thing I loathed more than improv - was Shakespeare. To be clear, not him nor the words - the acting. Yes, I messed with the meter to make a couplet of those lines. He can sue me.
#5) Castles On a Beach
31 Aug 2020
Embarrassingly bad? Yep. But this poem (full text in my blog) marked the transition from my mostly winging it with luck and talent to really putting in the effort on writing. And for that it is my favorite.
#6) 11/3
20 Oct 2020
Funny thing about that comma in Article II, Section 1? The oath "and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States" is NOT limited to your term of office.
#7) The Hobby Horseman
27 Oct 2020
I have no idea how or why I recalled the "commander-in-chief of all the powers of the air" line from so long ago - but here we are. My deepest apologies to Washington Irving. And America.
#8) Forever Is Not Never
15 Nov 2020
I am in a dark mood. So, this. Eternity? Time enough for mountains to surrender into dust, their essence paraded by the winds across the Earth - which bows before a cold black sun. But longer still. I can wait.
#9) The Timeout Swing
14 Mar 2021
Usually. My last thought before falling asleep. And my first thought upon waking up. Is this? All there is? Well. At least not THIS morning. This morning. It was? Why am I so tired? Why is it still dark? Damn. DST.
#10) We Are? ... Fine.
06 Apr 2021
Sometimes I find peace in dreams. If I lie in bed long enough for sleep to catch me. Then the dead speak. And they say? Who we are. What we make. Someday will be found. By scavengers. Looking for something else.
#11) Three's Enough
07 Apr 2021
Two cats. A dog. Work. My existence. Not half-full. Nor half-empty. Just. Shattered. Glass. To tread over. And over. And over again. Smearing bloody breadcrumbs. Of torture. Of misery. But the only sign. I was here.
#12) Swing Tips
20 May 2021
My thoughts are passing smiles, Owed a fleeting smirk or glance; A moment of airy nothing, An interlude along my way. But if I stop to chat with them, Long enough to catch their name; I'll regret the chance encounter, On walks inside my head.
#13) School of Thought
23 May 2021
I struggle for sleep. To end my anniversary. Of not living inside someone else. What is alone? I work to understand others. Their thoughts. Motivations. Actions. To see each as unique. But nobody has ever tried to understand me.
#14) Answers Echo, Silent
22 Jun 2021
A field of questions. Planted seeds. In their beds. Sleeping. Row. Upon row upon row. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Yet. A drought of silence. The harvest? Never came. A crop of answers. Plowed under.
#15) Killing Time
23 Jun 2021
A soulless corpse? Birthed imploding black hole. / Looks not for love, Cares not for touch, Needs not for warmth. Thinks not for then, Hopes not for now, Dreams not for when. / A soulless corpse? Lives apathy ever after.
#16) Bonfire for the Vanity
18 Jul 2021
I have been writing since - well, since I could write. But only twice have I been motivated to write poetry. And? I believe this is an accurate assessment of me. My artistic "talents". And their fate.
#17) Dusk to Dust
01 Aug 2021
An owl eyed a mouse, strolling - in a freshly tilled field. He glid down and hooted, "Why are you such a fool?" The mouse bantered, "Indifference is the least we have to dread from man or beast ..." And thus endeth the mouse?
#18) Life
11 Oct 2021
All the breaths! All the beats! All the thoughts! All the dreams? / All a blur; All a loss; All a whirr; All a mess. / All in angst; All in shame; All in fear; All in pain. / All for who? All for what? All for why? All for naught!
#19) I Was Am Will Be ...
22 Oct 2021
I may as well experiment with format for a few last unwanted final thoughts. It's almost as if I am nothing to lose. Hmm. I guess that's exactly what I was, am and will be. Never has someone more been ever so ... less.
#20) The End of Time
25 Oct 2021
Silent? It would be hard to convey the stillness of it. All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives - all that was over. (The Time Machine - H. G. Wells)
