Thursday, November 03, 2011

don't expect an easy answer

when something like a soul becomes initialized and folded up
like paper dolls little notes you can't expect a bit of hope.

So while you're outside looking in describing what you see,
remember what you're staring at is me.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Through Glass

Oh God, it feels like forever
      but no one ever tells you
that forever feels like home ,
sitting all alone,  inside your head.

Tuesday, November 01, 2011


I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.