I Write PoetryNo Phoenix Here Arises Amber crawls slow upon the stalk its warm embrace upon the soft wood then as love & all in the world it ends. brown, gold, green, & scarlet for grey.
Summer Wakes in a Room of MirrorsShe slips in sideways— through a crack in the curtain, all elbows and eyelashes, smelling of nettles and nectarines. The clocks forget themselves. Time hangs like a wasp in a jar. Barefoot, she tiptoes over the backs of foxes and leaves teardrops i... See More » (1)
Maybe I'm a botWhat if? What if there's an AI inside me And just that. No emotion, no feeling. Nothing. A void. But still. This emptiness Must be something. Is it just the dying voice of a bot About to be shut down Into oblivion? Am I real? Am I human? Does it... See More »
A poem for my CatMy cat is a Queen She likes her litter box clean She can be sweet She can be mean My cat is my love She prances around like a dove She will bite you if you pet her too long This doesn't rhyme and I don't care (1)
From Elegy 1 (Stephen Mitchell trans.)"Of course, it is strange to inhabit the earth no longer, to give up customs one barely had time to learn, not to see roses and other promising Things in terms of a human future; no longer to be what one was in infinitely anxious hands; to leave... See More » (1)
Thank You for the AbandonmentThank you for the silence, The way you vanished behind the fog of your comfort, Leaving me in a place where truth finally echoed louder Than my desperate attempts to repaint your loyalty. You taught me how little I meant When I tried to be your... See More »
