I write poems and short stories. Read a few of my (un)finished* works below.
* is any work ever really finished?
Thirty-One Too Many
When Matt unlocks the door to his suburban home with a fistful of leftover candy from the work party in his mouth, his sigh of relief unexpectedly morphs into a worrisome choke. It’s the kind of choke that would scare Rosaline to death, but she’s out trick or treating with Fletcher in the neighborhood. He…
Relatively Sincere
From when the Earth first learned to circle the sun to the present moment, the planet in all its experience rotates just as slowly. Arbitrarily quantified through years, months, and days in the pervasive calendar of civilization, periods of light and day intricately shelter life on this planet. Up until recently, such an occurrence was…
The Invisible Tightrope
Back in the day when I used to watch cartoons, I knew two men named Tom and Jerry. Were they men or were they a cat and mouse? If I knew, I don’t think I would tell you anyway. They played like fools and ran off cliffs without looking below their feet. They flew like…
electricity and the cold
When did it start With Lucy or the not so wise man When gardening turned to farming In Babylon or The valley of silicon With Ford’s assembly or Benjamin’s We did this First when a foot struck a beetle on the earth, if only it’s unassuming eyes knew A bow and arrow struck a deer…
you will never understand anything completely
The other day I was thinking, as usual How does my mind work? I know about words called neurons, synapses, and potential Neuroscientists can study and give theories with those concepts Forage for data and attempt the objective To then explain for the average Joe (or Jane) But words are not my cup of tea…
fantasy fountain
the one that seeks a fountain finds they are misperceiving a critical component of life seek no fountain no future water source for in scarcity even water tastes like fruit no eternal spring will save you life in saturation becomes dull eventually to want a fantasy fountain misses the miracle of a single drop whether…
sides of the same
life is a knock death is a doorstep though more like a coin both sides of the same why do some wish for it? life without death an endless experience the wanting is inherently ungrateful sometimes… life wishes for more life and fears death as change to walk through the door is to listen in…
Un-pay attention
I pay attention to things Whether I want to pay or not I click, I view, I like Or don’t like a page, a post, a story And somehow I pay for it, seeds and all but I don’t want to plant anything The line that’s on Makes no difference between The content and the…
View from the Clouds
Angels sing upon heavenly clouds and others grounded weep dearly. Sunshine dances in the sky and rain pours somewhere else. It’s only a matter of place. I wonder why tears exist in a world with such beauty they said, ever so cavalierly. It’s the role of the dice. People can make it, nearly. Some search…
Ernie and the Carcinogen
I asked them: A carcinogen. What is it? They put them In food? They replied nicely. If only they knew.
The New Generation
Hey Siri, what’s trending? “One moment, please. Here’s what I found:” Snapchat only lasts ten seconds Longer than your attention span, only 8 seconds All these smartphones, on your smartphone (Don’t ask where it’s from) Keep scrolling for a few more seconds… Now you’re at a concert Watching, laughing, posting Watching that concert through your…
summer is a bomb
Summer is a bomb A million years It takes to build (Engineered in the minds of bored brains chained to classroom seats) But once it starts ticking It’s already gone Booked vacations are for some For me they are packed away Like luggage brought to a five Week getaway That’s what I’d like to do…
baggage friend
I was at the airport the other day To pick you up, my friend. I went to the baggage claim And I found around the bend your baggage friend. It’s the end Of my relationship with you. That is it’s not just us two. You see, I can’t just be friends with you I have…
ad nauseam
i hear sidewalk conversations around the house if any at all away from the elements silence is the default state of this place humming from the television replaces the sound of the wind chirping of the benevolent birds swooshing of the teetering trees muffles the sound of life so much sheltering suffocation makes it…
sleepless nights
sleepless and alone, seemingly the fragments of my friend shine through the window glowing for the universe to see breathing in i step up and out of bed move towards her, my friend shining bright, starlike even when my eyes close the dim sky illuminates by her reflection of the sun up i look into…
(untitled, a short story)
When I was a kid, I used to look at the people passing me by on the street and imagine a story about their life. I would think about what it would be like if I was that person and if I’d be content with their way of life. As if I were in their…
allergy season
I thought it was my cat When I saw your eyes water I put her outside So she wouldn’t be a bother Your eyes twitched still You were allergic to me Not the cat It’s just that I cant see how Year round It’s allergy season