Fire and Honey (Day 16) Your lips On my body Are like Fire and honey. Orange (Day 17) A color like no other round in my palm the skin peels off and inside the soft flesh. Like eating sunshine succulent and sweet the juice drips down my chin But I am not sated.
Maybe Maybe I did Maybe I didn’t. But you’ll never know ‘Cuz I’ll never tell.
This poem was inspired by one of my favorite figure skaters, Shoma Uno. He’s competing in the Four Continents Championships this weekend, and I wish him the best of luck. If you’re curious, you can watch a video of Shoma at Skate America here. Shoma the roar of the wind muscle, ice, and blade aContinue reading “#PINP17 Day 14”
I missed posting my poem yesterday. So I’ll just catch up today by posting two poems. Here’s the first: Bedlam (Day 13) The Bedlam that is my LIFE
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Two versions of essentially the same poem. You decide which one you like best. Amethyst # 1 You’re amethyst: The best color. Amethyst # 2 From your toes Up your calves and thighs Over your hips and stomach Across your chest and shoulders Your throat, your chin Your lips You’re all amethyst; The veryContinue reading “#PINP17 Day 11”
A day late. I didn’t have time to post this yesterday. But now you can enjoy it today! 🙂 Pockets Pockets are for Stuff, things To carry them Snug, safe. So why is it That my fucking phone keeps falling out of these? Maybe it’s some kind of warning. (Or fucking cheap tailoring.)
Finite Head on your chest Listening to the woosh of your low, steady breathing We are finite creatures.
Order the Cosmos It will go the way it goes; I have no control Anymore than I can order the cosmos.
Back Table I want to throw things at you Dear Back Table Pens, wadded paper, markers, erasers, books I want to bean the smirks off your faces I want serenity and calm in my classroom Not your raucous laughter.