48 – Wisdom

My wife’s computer spontaneously shit itself a week or so ago, and so she’s been playing a lot of console games while we wait for the new machine-baby to arrive. There’s been a lot of Smash Bros., which is why this sonnet is about Zelda. It’s also about Zelda because Zelda, as a concept and …

46 – Anachronism

One of the frustrating things about therapy, for me, has been that I feel immense pressure to give up portions of myself in order to be healthy. I’m not sure if this pressure is from my therapist or myself or both – probably a little of both. The thing is… I’m a person who loves …

36 – Voyager

I don’t know, man. My stressed brain is free associating. It’s been a long week. This is something vaguely space-y for an old friend. They bid you sit, and praised your decorum,and then the awful fashion show began.You shuddered at the glassy eyes of fansadvertising other forms of boredom. A glass, a lens, a camera… …

33 – Dregs

I’ve always had some… strange thoughts kicking around in here about how we visualize love, and how we write history. Pop culture and stories give us this model that looks transcendent, everlasting… but what makes the ones we love most precious to us, in my experience anyway, are the things nobody else sees. The banal …

23 – Afterimage

It’s a breakup poem! I don’t want to spoil the story by saying who it’s about, but it’s from Shadowplay. There’s a lot of heartbreak in that one, I’m afraid. It’s actually mostly heartbreak. And drugs. They say every painting is a self-portrait, right? I don’t go to your side of town these days.The glutinous …

22 – Doppelgänger

I read someone today talking about an ex-partner of theirs, saying, “He was basically the embodiment of how much I hated myself back then.” It occurred to me how apt that was – how much the people we choose to surround ourselves with mirror how we feel about ourselves. When we’re capable of advocating for …

8 – Scarmaker

And today’s is done in twenty minutes. Obviously I need to stop forcing myself to stay on topic. I can’t write poetry on-topic. I just need to free associate with the rhymes and rhythm until something cool floats up, and figure out what it all MEANS later. Or make y’all figure out what it means. …

2 – Forecast

I have not failed you yet, friends. I was very distracted today but I remembered about half an hour ago that I promised you a sonnet. For reasons related to my distraction today, it’s about sex. Fortunately, I’m pretty sure more than half of Shakespeare’s sonnets were about sex, so apparently that’s a laudable and …

Desert Desires

In the morning: I send a song to you. I choose it carefully. There’s always a reason. I’d tell you if you asked; no one ever asks. I only seem to do this for one person at a time – it’s my way of courting. Like leaving flowers at your door A mouse corpse on …