October 2010
1 post
June 2010
2 posts
May 2010
1 post
Things I saw today because I live in New York
- monks in baseball caps and full robes playing frisbee
- an old man under a tree playing a mandolin and singing “desolation row”
- a pond full of boaters, two of which were my friends who were getting engaged
- a worm
- a group of young adults doing acrobatics (of which i was one)
- a guy in a bandana on a bike blasting eighties pop
- skateboarders
- the manhattan skyline from...
April 2010
4 posts
grad school options
California
roast chicken
the Tuesday crossword
new website →
this is my new website, where all of my poetry can be found.
March 2010
2 posts
February 2010
10 posts
untitled 129
the hallways smell clean on Saturday
doing laundry in the basement and walking
barefoot back the carpeted halls
(which were cracked tile and concrete not so long ago
but the neighbors never knew that)
the men on their hands and knees cleaning white windowsills
and doorway arches they maybe never wanted and certainly didn’t need anyway
(we’ve lost more people in this building
with more...
untitled 128
we the invisible
walking past bright billboards not now nor ever meant for us
with names of fame and names unknown
to sit in black box rooms on 9th and 10th
to practice art and claim our worth
while sirens blare straight through the walls
(the great and sainted houses an avenue east
have sound proofing, we’re all thinking)
while seedy hallways light the way to one room stalls
and the deli charges...
FOREPLAYS →
this is going to be awesome
if you’re in New York, you should come tomorrow
January 2010
5 posts
untitled 125
LA, weak, at first,
and insufficient as a city
while speeding past the neighborhoods unknown
and not even thinking of them possibly
except to say “oh that’s Cerritos
and over there is Silver Lake
no I don’t really go there”
but rather confined to the sub-urban
in every town unto itself
a car! a car! I cried as I walked the streets alone
past boys in mini-yards
of grass no good for...
untitled 91
The time is now for action
And all the troops are smart enough to see the patterns
To say oh man and here she blows again
Not enough not enough the trumpets sound
But the drums of war beat back
Rat a tat too too tam tam fuck off
It’s far it’s near and everywhere surrounded
But the souls of warriors gone have come back to haunt the grounds
And say I know this game I’ve seen it all before
...
untitled 124 (for my neighbors across broadway...
the curtains are open
I’m sleeping tonight
with across the street lights
keeping me up
because I feel lonely
and loneliness aches
but when I awake
you’ll be in my room
the curtains are open
I’m inviting you in
to sleep in my bed
by your yellow lamp light
and sing me with traffic
to tuck me all warm
we’ll laugh at the shadows
until we’re all gone
the curtains are open
my arms...
i’m no singer, but i wrote the lyrics to...
December 2009
7 posts
a christmas present
I could write a hallmark card but you’d hate that
about how strong you’ve made me feel
or how I, everyday, love you clearly
which is true but trite and not appropriate for what is really here
‘
because, mummy, we both know that what is real is what is complicated
and humorous and angry and a melancholy bliss
‘
for what is here is standing for two hours while your plane lands in the...
wideeyedhippiechild:
shineon84:
...
would you read this poem if the title were...
there’s a war going on and that’s a fact
`
she’s got her feminist face on, she said
and I and everyone around me laughed to say
ha ha we know that face ha ha
we know that angry women’s lib look
don’t fuck with a girl who used to wear steel toed shoes
because she wanted power like a man
being too afraid of women’s wily way
which slips in and out and does not hold
or so I thought
I’ll...
November 2009
9 posts
untitled 100 (for san francisco)
1.
see but all that music
is making me sing more where once I would have cried
and outside the moving windows all rolled down
because that’s what to do and the way to roll
a boy once told me
at a time when the cliffs were hills and all the grass was green
he said I have not touched your body
but I want to
with all the windows down
2.
when I showed up
in tattered jeans and bleeding...
jerryspiderman:
Now watching “I’m Just Saying TV” Why don’t we have real cable????
me too and because we don’t have any money
untitled 122
she, full of passion
said to he, full of light
baby i
in all my possession
am terrified tonight
he, calm and steady
was ready to give in
she hit her chest and marked her body
still he held on til the end
bja:
Paul Simon - The Obvious Child
this is my...
untitled 121
It was all music except for the ferris wheel
riding drunk kids and hipsters high above the waiting line
while the pounding beat, too loud too close,
soothed out over the bay and off into the night
the drugged out hippies were hanging there too
and looked cool without caring
while you and I stared in the bright neon lights
advertising false profits for food nothings all night
but that...
October 2009
15 posts
jerryspiderman:
Someone explain the allure of crosswords to me. They’re not like, real puzzles. Give me acrostics, cryptograms, or frameworks any day.
i think will shortz puts something in the ink. i can’t STOP
untitled 114
I am a member of the unending wave
of women just trying to be people
letting men be people just trying to be people
and reveling in the beauty of it all
I am a card carrying feminist of the forefront pedigree
and I carry the card because the card keeps me careful
of my sorrys and my silences and my sweet stuck-on smile
but also of my bitchy bullshit and my desperate need to assert my...
untitled 120
I want a fast
car
an endless winding
road
and the freedom to write
forever
but would I use it?
untitled 119
Hannah, my best and true collaborator,
and I would cry
yelling across an early morning theater
about whether or not we were doing anything
anything meaningful
because what, oh god what
what was the point if it
if it were all pointless
(an obvious question
without an obvious answer)
now I, alone, am crying out the same unending fear
except here, in this new realm
there is no one
to...
untitled 113
on the night that you flew away
to record all your songs for real
you said you felt cheated by seeing him too
because all of the words were for him
like the muse mattered more than the words
which were yours
taking all the art from the artist,
which is you
and all the power from the beauty of your voice
simply because he lives and doesn’t love you
and while I protested
I understood too
untitled 112
if they knew
the women, that is
if they knew that the breath coming out of you
is coming into me
like it goes into them
and so on
if they knew
those beautiful women
what I think while I dance on the street
or how afraid I can be to stand on a railing
how I wonder if anyone will see
they might see
if they knew
those impossible women
that their eyes over glass
with jewels at their...