Monday, March 25, 2024
coincidence
Tuesday, March 19, 2024
Poetry Hour: Mosab Abu Toha
I tuned into the Mosab Abu Toha event for an hour or so during a convenient break between classes and meetings.
It was an amazing outpouring of solidarity and poetry. He read from Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear and talked about the new sounds he could add to his titular poem.
Pic: A friend grabbed a screenshot of me in a tile right next to Toha's. Something to treasure.
Sunday, March 17, 2024
Spring incantation
my only choice of speech
Pic: A redbud getting ready by the Red Cedar.
Friday, March 15, 2024
visions
I felt so rich in poetry after I collated this collection to pass on to the organizers.
I had visions of myself just standing in the hallway shoving poetry under classroom doors, putting them on bulletin boards, and throwing fistfuls of paper into the air so it would rain poetry... like Regina George distributing copies from the "Burn Book" in Mean Girls, but more meaningful.
I hope I do a good job at the event on Monday. And I'm excited for Mosab Abu Toha's event on Tuesday--to which I have online tickets.
Wednesday, March 13, 2024
companion song
at once terrifying, free
I am moved
into the path of turning knives
their rhythms familiar
I am here
afraid of turning the page
my mind un-scrolling
Monday, March 11, 2024
a private communion
sweet with summer
how I will wait
their flesh like that
still secret
our meeting--kisses
Saturday, March 09, 2024
scenic/cynic
my bags of salt fall into the river
carried away like tears
breezes blow out birthday candles
whistle through my aching head
it will build a city, knock out bullies
Wednesday, March 06, 2024
upcoming
Pic: Tulips (I think) coming up... Not my garden (I wish). From a quick walk to MSU this morning.
Tuesday, March 05, 2024
a koan noting nothing
my yearning is born
in the wrong time
Saturday, March 02, 2024
just killing time/filling the silence
seconds abscond with sense
in glissandos of angst
dreams pour out their sure poison
I play it safe and then pretend
--what? I don't understand
watching homes bloom in flame
and wart and scab into craters
of everything left unsaid, noting
the news burns the day when
it could be lit up with peace
Thursday, February 22, 2024
I am not alone
I'm thinking of making up
a sister sun, a mother moon
I'll urge on a webbing,
build like an animal
--and it's okay and it's expected
Wednesday, February 21, 2024
bleak week
BOL's cat who saw them through undergrad and grad school died and I want to be there to support them the way they supported me when Scout was dying... But also, it brought me back to that month of slowly losing Scout... the dread of every day. I'm surprised that it will be a whole year without my darling in just about two months.
Pic: E.D. Wilson's poem "My Phone is Full of Cute Cats and Dead Children."
Tuesday, February 20, 2024
The Sun: a poem and a pic
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone–
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower...
Saturday, February 17, 2024
the first cousin to die
Pic: An icy, windy day--but oh, such brilliantly blue, sunshiny skies. A long walk with Big A to the MSU Baseball stadium.
Friday, February 16, 2024
what we do
Pic: Max and Nu in yesterday's surprise snow.
Thursday, February 15, 2024
in every register
Thursday, February 08, 2024
on not meeting expectations
You're not from here, are you?
the student says
So where are you actually from?
Wednesday, February 07, 2024
an infinity
the undeniable curl of a smile
the curl of my hand inside yours
Saturday, January 27, 2024
not here
Thursday, January 25, 2024
from a place of absence
has guarded so fiercely
hellish trails of regret
just my two eyes...
all these tears
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