Write or Die

Write or Die

I was turned on to a site that needles a writer into writing without the shackles of thought. Write or Die. I decided to give it a try and this is the first thing that came to me. I did some spelling corrections, but other than that, in ten minutes, this seeped out of...
Vignettes

Vignettes

ChunksWhen you know, you just know. Like I knew. I didn’t even have to smell it to know. The fact that small chunks of partially digested carrots and chicken were dried onto his pants had no bearing on my knowing. The shiny bubbly black slick that covered the...
Sequence

Sequence

The idea here was to point my finger at the usual sequence of life. Death, Learning, Birth, Dying. You learn after you are dead, and you are dying the moment you are born. Not a revelation, but I liked the words. Death – I have died. Not an awakening as much as...
Start

Start

Some ramblings regarding enlightenment. Was thinking it might be the start of a warped biography, but that was where it stopped…. This is the life of me. Where shall I start? Not at the beginning… that’s never very interesting. I know…from the...
Atonement

Atonement

I wrote this rhyming poem about a video game called Fable. There was a contest where the prize was to go to E3 and hang with Peter Molyneux and Big Blue Box, the creator’s of Fable. Although I made the runners-up, I did not win. Unyielding misfortune has laid my...
Abreast

Abreast

This is the last poem I’ve written in quite some time. I was driving Maurice Kenny to a workshop he was doing in Syracuse and he asked me to write something to share for that particular class. I want to vomit–on this worldI want to–go insane¬† ¬† to...