Where once I seemed to soar over hidden paths, Wheels turning like the pages of an unknown story, I now wade, as if through molasses— This kingdom in the north is still, Like frost in glass or a squid in formaldehyde. I haunt the same haunts, I drink the same flowers. But it’s… Continue reading Return to Glass Town
They crawl over duck bones on my blue and white china— ten, fifteen, twenty— what, am I a Buddhist, to feel this revulsion in my marrow at that sickly sweet smell, easier to bear than the crunch?
I haven’t blogged in a long time–I’ve been in a massive slump–but my Chinese Poetry class just gave us an assignment to write a quatrain. So here’s a poem! I’ve been very inspired by the California golden poppies along the bike trail to campus, and on Friday we read Sylvia Plath’s “Poppies in October” in my… Continue reading Poetry in Motion: California
alright, stop me if you’ve heard this one before— so an axe-murderer and his helpless victim go into the woods and it gets darker and darker and they go deeper and deeper until she says, please! i’m scared! as one does, and the axe-murderer snaps, you think you’re scared? what about me? i have to… Continue reading Poetry in Motion: Moon, Mother, Mountain
I was hoping to do a substantive writing post this week, but that took a backseat due to midterms. So here’s a poem I wrote for workshop but never posted because I wasn’t terribly happy with it. I wanted to try a narrative poem and one that rhymed since that’s what I wrote when I was younger,… Continue reading Poetry in Motion: The Rain
Nope, this isn’t about the GOP leaders who are all still backing Trump despite ‘condemning’ his boasts of sexual assault. This is an older poem I wrote for my workshop application. It’s a bit more fun–I kind of want to write more rhyming/form poetry. The Boneless Ones We are the stuff of screams, unpleasant dreams,… Continue reading Poetry in Motion: The Boneless Ones
Here’s another old poem of mine. My Biogeography class actually talked quite a lot about religious apologetics in the context of the European discovery of the New World in lecture; while my views have evolved (no pun intended) and matured a bit since this, partly because of discussions with the (religious) roommate, I think this subject will continue… Continue reading Poetry in Motion: Darwin’s Theory of Evolution