I’m okay, I just wanted to revise this for an art contest about the asian experience or something. Mother Concern in her words. Aggression in her tone. Stale off the boat, thirty-something years, she’s mastered the American voice all too well. She wants her daughter to do the same: be loud, be brash, speak up, take what you want, live the dream. It’s not going to happen, not the way she thinks it will, the way she needs it to. Mother speaks in the language of the free and her daughter thinks in it. She lives without a dream because … Continue reading Wow another poem: “Mother”(revised)
“Or I guess that’s just the best a sample can do.” Continue reading A Poem: Sample Size
It’s a lot easier when you’re at the beach,
with its wafting briny smells,
scrambing sea foam tentacles,
and speckled sand that follows you home.
Continue reading Seashells by the Seashore
Not angsting really, just reworking some old stuff. See the old version “Match.”
throb throb throb–
brain, eyes, heart.
Continue reading Poem: In a Pillow
Next stop: Indulgent-and-cryptic-as-hell City Continue reading Concrete Sky
two versions of “Diluted Depression” inspired by the phrase but completely unrelated to each other.
“Squelch and puck” Continue reading Aftermath – hey look another poem
“The speedy mechanical snail leaves its graphite trail…”
Continue reading Some Poems
Better to be burned,
than remain dull, sandy, boring.
This was much more interesting. Continue reading Match – a poem