December 23, 2017
Incantation (Draft)
Toil took taken toil
Tools toll time told
Tell the telling, tell the soil
Unfold untold shouldered shivers
Bloody hands tell the soil
Bloodied bodies banish banish
December 9, 2017
Incantation (Draft)
Waste not water waste
Cover cover clover kind
Leaven leaven leave it lies
Family fraught fights in fire
Friendly frames and fines and spines
Like spirals spent or rent or rendered rinds
And then and then and then and then
And now
December 8, 2017
Sometimes You’re All Like Fuck Everything
Like up it down and East is what it is
And sure, you can roll hard or roll deep or roll out
But Friday Jr. is just that and these hands are these
I mean migrating birds and their giant Vs
I mean the your hands and your days and your ways
What are you gonna do?
And what were you thinking before I asked?
The dog holding a cup, with the picture of a dog holding a cup and you get it
Location:Baltimore Washington Pkwy N,Greenbelt,United States
December 6, 2017
It’s Gonna Come to Everyone
Hold it in your hand because you’re always holding it
That which is vs. that which was
The can in toucan and the day in yesterday
Because pack animals know what’s going on
And everyone’s not lucky enough to fly
Hollow bones? No shit
December 4, 2017
Victor Hugo Did His Thing Most Decembers
Salt boxes before snowdrifts and whiskers on kittens
The original flow neither original nor flowing
Pinecones and peanut butter
Big eyes, big heads, or long legs — life is full of possibilities
The way efficiency admits mortality
All the morals gather around me
A firepit, Amish craftsmanship, AppleCare
A down on her luck reporter and the scoop of the century
You don’t know what it’s like in here
The math can get complex in these parts
All those millions of years a photon spends trying to break free, then a big and vast nothing that’s just short of empty
Once again it’s all about the rounding errors
Some lessons take a while
They Lay the Tracks and You’ll Go Where They Go
This day and this day and this day
Like that you are feeling curious and what do you look
Like that you don’t have any crushes or whatever
Like that you can get your mind off your chest
Don’t worry about the coming week
And I have no idea what I was
What that what which what now and now and so and now and now
That which was
That which will help
Days and tags and ways and so
They control the stops and they have a little more patience ain’t that the truth
You control the bricks, the stream, the intakes and outputs
Make it any day of the week, put the sun at any angle and draw again
Location:Forbes Blvd,Lanham,United States
December 3, 2017
Another Day Not Necessarily Anything to Do with Dollars
So many things in threes, so many things in so many situations
A basket as a quantity even while a shopping cart is a concept
We’re starting to get what sharing is all about
We see a mess, we see the world
Many learn to swim at a young age, what’s the stat on those that don’t?
Different and able, here’s Sunday
For the hungry we make a meal
For the weary, here’s a blanket, a couch, a pillow
Purpose is mine
Purpose is mine
Purpose will be mine
Closing time isn’t about cute closings
You get yourself home safe, nobody’s watching
Location:S Morris St,Oxford,United States
December 2, 2017
November 30, 2017
It Closes this Way
Tell them you got it right here
Telephony at the turn of the century
And the snap-backs to prove it
Something something story
Like this these that but which
When to whenever and so do so so
The water’s fresh and the time times telling
Toughness like tenacity
Terror like waking up too suddenly
Forward like the Monday becomes Tuesday and
Forever like right here right now
When you find what you want you name it
Or maybe you’ve got that backwards this time
November 28, 2017
All the Dangerous Fictions
Sense tension
Torsion torque testament
Tested and retested
Reset and rested
Relish the signals as the day ebbs
What can I say that you haven’t said better
Is the wrong time and place
Velocity carries direction
Weight carries mass with direction many times
Temper, tender, ten cents taken
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Tastes like poison all in my mouth
Wait and that’s one way
Better yet, hire one
Best of all
November 13, 2017
I’m Blind with Something and I’m Not Sure What
The thing about mile 21 of a marathon is that it’s boring af
Or it has a dumb-ass hill where nobody in their right mind would put a hill
But you could say that about any one of a half dozen massive pieces of NYC infrastructure but there you have it and you have it just working out
I have this note on my wallet that says, “We’ve been there and precious and and and dark and mannerist” though that last word is a scant readable mess
I wrote it while I was driving and it makes perfect sense to me
For this autobiographical(ish) thing where I just catalog all the swings and phases and moods of our lives these past 40 years ago
That just made me think of “We Didn’t Start the Fire” lord help me, but that shit ruled the radio like a year
Right around the time of “Don’t Worry Be Happy,” right?
And I don’t need to catalog everything that was going wrong right about then.
Pick up your feet when you’re walking, Jamie
November 12, 2017
You Have Thumbs, You Have Darkness
It comes back to As You’d Like It
It comes back to Sound and Color
We have things we aren’t proud of
There’s trying to change and changing
Questions of speed and the grand what-for
You can have a balcony in you like
We can flood it with Golden Hours
Vista vs. vantage point
The conditions coming together just so
November 10, 2017
Oh + Well + Oh + On
So many bruised pathways
So much bruised fruit
The funny things looking too close again
Make a circle of it or send it packing
I could share something, I could try and convince you of something, I could fool both of us
What are Fridays for?
November 4, 2017
It Just Goes
The thing about preparation
The thing about all these logged miles
There are so many rules and you follow most all of ‘em
But white sneakers are good any time of year
All the alls and the leather tools, too
Like your little dog, like Sunday, like severance and satisfaction
Because one thing will always follow another and it’s up to you to do any stitching
Like the cat when the box is opened
Like another bank collapsing
Like a search engine just doing it for you
On any given day in any given November
It keeps coming up heads
Thor’s hammer is flawed and it will fail
What then? and
Do you want sugar with that?
Location:Eldridge St,New York,United States
November 3, 2017
The Front, the Back
Do you wanna hear about the basic things?
The grass?
The fox curled up in the neighbors front yard come 4am?
The firepit made heavy with night after night of ash?
The sound of a ridiculously dry fire is sometimes no sound at all
Pull it together s we can pull it all apart
Pull it tighter
Push off
This is the way home even if you’ve never been home before
October 22, 2017
Bar Top Bar Talk
Watches and instant replays and radio telemetry
Soaring glass towers soaring for every season
Let me help you with that and that and that a thousand times over
It’s not all snakes and tails because it’s those things so quickly
Blink blink blink-blink-blink whole generations forward
Faster until nothing faster than a left turn
There was jumping before there were humans. Believe.
I’m here and now and you’re what?
All of me coming and going day by day and all of you, too
Look at the way the sun comes through it all
That motherfucker
Location:S Hope St,Los Angeles,United States
October 17, 2017
Make Sense of It / I Remember
I mean make some sense of it
Making sense
Make make make
Trenton River train crosses
Take your time but not too much
I remember
Remember when?
Do you remember?
Remember?
We remember
I remember
Remembering the way that we were
Lock the door and leave
Lights off
Lights on a timer
Street lights
Gas lamps
Historic districts every day
October 11, 2017
Yes Yes and You All and Good Night
Every word like flowers, that is both a noun and a verb, and flipping back and forth from singular to plural
Rabbit-duck; old lady-young lady; vase-two profiles looking at each other
Yes-and yes-and yes-and like I-got I-got I-got
Snapping to and the power of both
Some skulls are gray, I mean
And you can’t buy them in stores, at least not legally
Stuck in that slapback a moment, and a moment longer
For effect
You see that cliff? And that one?
There’s another.
You’re gonna love the Second Act.
October 10, 2017
Some Things Small
To vetted protocols, Corvettes of every states
Stage managers stage managing
Like Lords around Christmastime
Fellow follies fled failed nations
Grown great we think with all the ending
The thing about amoebas
That thing you do
The prevalent nepotism in the last second of Earth’s history
The role of change and all the other things you squirreled away
I mean I mean I got I got I got
Imagine a circle on the floor around you
Is it chalk or salt or sand?
Ask yourself, regions, relentless
October 9, 2017
There Is a Dance
There is the final touch to a fine drink
There is a candy bar all the way down low
Or a comb and some other something you lost track of
Calling back to your first favorite game
There are opposites that come together every summer
Then every week and even every day if you want it
Grids are the last to fall away and the first to come back
Skewing used to take perspective
Now are the days of sunflares without sun and shutter clicks without shutters but nobody really needs to sweat all that
We’ve been living past need a long time now
October 1, 2017
I See You There with Your Zero Fucks
There are so many great dams in the world generating so much power but the Hoover seems the only one I can name so picture it
Those crazy power poles jutting out sideways all the way down have stuck with me
Just like so much of that drive from Virginia to San Diego and so much of the sprint back
Just one finger, just one story, just one hill or one cloud or one night
Find some thread and unspool it
Find a bag and rip it open, rip it up
My beard grows a little everyday and grows a little whiter
I wear what I wanna a little more often
I see a lotta sunrises
I wear what I wanna a little more often
And boulders and chainlink fences and knots, y’all
The winds at my back, the winds in my face, the sun’s up high but shadows all around
I need water and all I have are Sundays stretches out all around me
I need water and
I’m the guy with all the fucks or I wish I was
I wish I were
I wash a lot, I wear a lot, I wind it out
Location:Scott Dr,Baltimore,United States
September 30, 2017
Can’t Always Be All Blue Skies
But even with South Beach outside my door, I’m wishing I could in this funny little room with its tiled floor and honest-to-god murphy bed
Yesterday the clouds and the piers and the rock jetties and the kids fishing and the men fishing and all the Miami clothes
Yesterday all the hurricane damage remnants in piles along the streets and fencing
Yesterday the humidity and whatever is wrong with my heel or my Achilles’ tendon and that whole situation worrying me
Yesterday with aromatic Dutch-Indonesian food that reminds you why this is a perfect corner of the country and the only other group in the place was this family and their child’s laugh so much like my child’s laugh at that younger age and yet it was the flavors giving me deja vu for something that distinctly never happened and I still don’t know what
So many of the streetlights out
So many of the walks dark
So many Benzes so many black so many gleaming
Margaret talks about how when she gets behind on drinking water some days she feels like she can never catch up
But eventually she’ll sleep and eventually she’ll start over
I can’t tell if I’m never here or if I’ve always been here
Something like, thanks for playing
That’s where I’m at
Location:Ocean Dr,Miami Beach,United States
September 13, 2017
Before You Find It
Sometimes people holding hands across a measure
People fanned out in the woods
A boy's backpack, an orphaned shoe
Grids were invented
Maps were invented
Compasses, GPS beacons, signal flares, all invented
This part wasn't a straight line
Find a letter pick it up
Or a phrase or a sentence
Next I knew helicopters and small recon teams
Side-mounted machine guns, shoulder-mounted rocket launchers
And things of that nature
Maybe a demolitions expert, maybe night-vision goggles
The skies the limit but admittedly the sky was much lower back when
Now equations, or algorithms rather
Now all the times and places falling all over themselves
Now reduction is a good thing and
Now reduction is a bad thing and
You see how this thing works?
Back to marches but a different sort
And as your head dips below the surface we find ourselves back at the beginning
September 4, 2017
September 3, 2017
Everybody or Every Way
Every angle
The stars in the sky and the planet Earth
Every night's rest and every corner of every room
You'll get it together
Refresh, refresh, refresh
Fresh, fresher, freshest
What do I see vs. all the things I see
And everything that can be seen
The shape of the day or the week
Mostly arcs, mostly spheres
Location:S Morris St,Oxford,United States
August 31, 2017
Performer Is a Software Application
Reformer, transformer, barnstormer, etc
The title of this poems was going to be about strings or include strings but I couldn't work it out without it just being a hack of some obvious title, like
Something with Strings; or
Strings All The Way Down; or
It coming off like I was talking about Brian Greene strings, which is what shit-canned "Strings All the Way Down" which is a great title except for that
The way some people hear "hep cats" when you say "cats"
No dude, just cats
August 23, 2017
Let the Sun Do What It Will
Let the thunder roll in the distance
Fluids are all the things that flow, repeated in my head with my eyes closed
Edges are only something you see from far away -- clouds, bodies of water, etc. -- so does that make them real or not?
Knots in wood are another thing to think about
And then plastic or biomass or diffusion
That things keep coming apart and coming together
And to pull way back or jump all the way in
We wanted hovercraft and they've been here the whole time
More water, an amount of salt, and always trace elements
This is not the eclipse
Nor is this, nor is this
Birds fighting or warning ahead of fighting or just plain talking
Talk it out, walk it out, and so on
I mean, you take things and you bend them
I did as a child, I do now, and I guess I'll keep doing
I don't eat eggs anymore
And many other stories
August 21, 2017
Whoever Said "The Hum of Cicadas in the Trees" Doesn't Really Get What Hum Means
My boundaries are overflowing; or
Vibration, extension, random quick and random movements
You can be a patent clerk and still everything will move about
You can sit in a chair on a porch and the gentle machine-gunning of the cicadas will flow
Poems are full of words like staccato because the Modern Age
Because the Modern Age started more than a hundred years ago and didn't see many machine guns and is long gone
Because equations are necessary fantasies
Because seagulls in South Carolina are nothing like birds in Virginia but are also birds
Marshland is the best land like a pound for pound world champion
It's a show
As in it's all a show
It's August
As in it's no longer July and not yet September and you can think all you want about the once-were giants or all the things bees are up to this time of year or how fast melons and gourds are doing their thing because Autumn is right around the next bend
This is a good seat
August 17, 2017
And They'll Make a Lighter Mouse
And they'll judge us kindly
From on high or a distant past or quite differently
Splayed or laid out or laid up
On the lam, a turkey sandwich, waxed cloth
The rain across all sorts of terrain
A little container of potted meats shows up all over literature
Would pâté count?
I love it, I really do
August 14, 2017
Scatter This as You Go
Then than though, thought thinking tough
You useless you'll yell ever after
Sounds sounding sound sometimes
Charlatan sham shills shaken shots
Leaky leaky days
August 8, 2017
Dyes and Gauls
All the disbelief that comes with the things that matter
The direction of time vs. the bend of a saw
Bowed legs, broken backs, galvanized steel and steam and steak dinner dreams
Someone came to America and invented Siracha
Someone else put it in mayo
Location:1st St NE,Washington,United States
July 31, 2017
I Mean Keep It
Cliff edges
All the painted ceilings of all the painted chapels
Two people holding hands
Hillsides and patches of clover
Family friends
A sweatshirt just before it's past its prime
That thing you recently lost
Ring sizes
Baby just about anything
An ache between your shoulder blades
Nowhere fur, nowhere sharp objects
It's a whole n'other century
And it feels all right
July 30, 2017
What Scratches Scratches Dirt
What tears stings and flows
What forges forgets
There will always be walls to build
July 23, 2017
Trip Wires Are for Tripping
And we trade handshakes for hugs
Grade A everything
Bank holidays and brake jobs
Forever forever
Frank exchanges
Current corrective currency
Situational, counter-factual, conviction
I don't do eye-spots
And we pick it up again
Grating, greater, groundswelled
The edge of an ocean
All the things you think about the moon
And here we are, going back and forth and back back and forth
June 15, 2017
Cover Cover Cover
Like history like whoah like all the cats and all the bedtimes
The ways we think now
That hill or town
That horse or tariff
Tavern tarry tarnished till
I mean or I said or I thought or I did
As in you expected or at least I did
As in a very special connection because it's so simple and boredom ain't a thing no more no more no more no more
Like a Triumph put into a garage a smidge before closing time
And elevators have doors
And so on
May 2, 2017
Transit Trust Trainers
Taking care of yourself and those that don't.
Walls between walls between places.
Caricatures and crutches and crushes.
Counting as you get older.
Goals that aren't what you thought.
What equals what vs. equality.
All the things I wrestle with vs. all the things I believe.
A good story told over drinks.
When the lights are low vs. when the days are long.
We weren't the first to fish this river and hardly the last.
Location:Scott Dr,Baltimore,United States
April 30, 2017
Foot Drop
A flood of salt and a weight and a board across your chest
Reception and receiving
Doors, dowels, drive shafts, and dancing
Shattered Saturdays
Trances
Tried and true and truancy
Pride and proof then fluency
Flatter not, flaunt not
First forgotten, last won
Any number of things will trace an arc
But where will you be standing?
April 29, 2017
The World We Live In
Re-tread vs. retreat
Old growth vs. barbershop
Fantasy vs. fantastic
Philanthropic vs. fill in the blank
Music vs. amusing
Attraction vs. reaction
Wait times vs. weight limits
All in vs. all in the family
Calling vs. living
April 28, 2017
All Day All Day
And you twenty years ago doppelgänger; I've never wondered if you're dead
And robot friends and fellow travelers and all the things we leave out
I see you piles and piles
I see you too long list
I see you blood pressure and daylight and day-long training sessions
I see you grand-daddy of distractions
I see you anxiety and despair
I see you fresh Fall fashions
Humidity before that, decay after that, delays shot through
What're you gonna do with a major American city when nobody agrees on major anymore?
Whaddya say in the face of the faceless?
Faceful? Fateful? Faithful?
Sometimes a straight line is just a straight line
And you still have place to be
April 27, 2017
I'm Not Quite Sure Where You're Going with This
April 26, 2017
Can You Tell Me Something
One spell, two spell
Frankly, mightily, swimmingly
Forgotten lines
Friendly fire on a Tuesday
Given over to giving in
A circle that's a special square
Better pinned here than pinned anywhere
Look here, look real close
When the sun's coming up
And the street sweepers are done with their sweeping
And all the tickets have found new homes
April 25, 2017
Patience Is a Spell that Might Not Look Like This
String them out. String them along. Paint them into corners. Build houses. Build houses of cards.
Attorney general. White privilege. Pride and Prejudice. Free like freestyle vs. free like freedom.
Fee-based services. Settle for nothing vs. settle for less. More is more is more is more. Time is time is time is time.
Every time something good happens, you end up with new ways to say Survivor's Guilt.
April 24, 2017
The Recovery Is a Spell
The Get Up
The Get Down
Jump in
It's not that you fall down
It's not that you fall down
It's not that you fall down
It's that you pick it back up
Everything is inconsistent and jittery
Everything inside out
Everything closing down
Close your eyes
Breathe
Repeat
April 23, 2017
#Persist
Stay present
Stay curious
Stay vigilant
Keep moving
Keep eating
Keep breathing
Keep ready
Stay interested
Stay open
Stay forgiving
Stay awake
Keep talking
Keep fighting
Keep loving
Keep living
Stay human
Stay human
April 22, 2017
I Live in Baltimore, Now
With the squirrels and the bunnies
The deer and the woodpeckers
The dogwoods and dogs
Foxes, raccoons, butterflies, and birds
I'm living in Baltimore
With the folks planting annuals out in front of the Presbyterian Church down the street
And the people bringing in the shopping carts from the parking lots
And the ones making deliveries night and day
People getting by, people not getting by, people figuring it out
I live in Baltimore around houses
And apartments and new construction
Buildings buttressed with wooden joints
Buildings falling apart and falling down
Condos, restaurants, and hotels
Universities and high schools and parking lots and more
I live in Baltimore where it rains
And the sun shines and rises and sets
And the moon is full on the regular
And the clouds are amazing with the ocean right there
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After being here 13 years, yesterday was the first time I got ugh about my living in Baltimore and The Wire coming fast upon one another in conversation. Don't get me wrong, I love The Wire. I'll talk about the great trajectory of cop shows from Car 54 to Hill Street Blues to NYPD Blue to The Wire. I'll talk about the good guys being the bad guys and the bad guys being the good guys and everyone just living. I'll talk about it being the best TV ever made at its time or damn near it.
But then this morning I was tooling around the neighborhood and saw all the green and the wildlife around me -- sure my current neighborhood is pretty suburban for being inside city limits but whatever.
I'm not high-horsing it here. It's just Baltimore is like everywhere and Baltimore is everywhere. Just better. ;)
April 21, 2017
Size Medium T-Shirts in the 90s
Even more things you can get started
Minds changed, damns broken, feathers and camels, etc.
This is what I care about
And so it this
It's Friday and the weather turned out great by the time I was home
It might all break
Second comes second best
Sunsets, subsets, sentinels
Why not?
One bit's not more
Count the cracks
April 20, 2017
The Scathing and the Scathed
The blind history of fish
Lightning bugs and final offers
Foundering, forgotten, or focused
Forged in mistakes and half truths
You say farmer where I see no hope at all
Let the sun set, I am already home
To begin with
To see through
To settle like it's sold
Newfoundland
April 19, 2017
Don't Be Ashamed, We All Get Caught Up in the Spell from Time to Time
All the misses overlapping and we're shooting the beach scene
There is no Pulitzer for cue cards
Friendship, magic, boardwalk fries, the kind of cold you feel when you've been in the sun too long
Never, you say, whipping your scarf around your neck and draining the last of your beer
We should'a got the convertible
April 18, 2017
Formerly, Formally, Flattery
You can paint the outside of a house
Walls meet
Pavement spreads out in every direction
We've know pattern wants to get fucked as long as we've known the world loves a pattern
Out in front, lagging behind
Turned up, turned out
Tuned in, end of day
Sidewalk cracks at the end of a long day
The cafés filling up and then emptying
The way you take note before heading home
Location:US-50 E,Hyattsville,United States
April 17, 2017
We Have a New Champion
Challenge and challenger and the Seychelles
Sea shore memories
More more more memories
Your arm around my shoulders
Knocking into a table
Sliding through the front door
When the wind picks up
Rain or snow or fallen leaves
There's the sun
There's another wall
There's a guy changing a flat tire
Signal theories
Color guard
Canopy
Out
April 16, 2017
When They Ask if You're Ready to Go
But I'm trying and I'm surviving and I know that sounds stupid
But you stand on a ledge and I stand on a ledge and here we are
The thoughts, the actions, a whole buncha emojis, rules and regulations as in terms and conditions as in what's expected
It's Sunday and I'm far from home but not for long
And everything gets boiled down from a distance
All the various trucks become one trick
All the moments become one day
All the places at the mercy of satellite platforms and perspective and interpretation
Then cookies, then videogames, then walks among columns and there and there and there
Follow me anywhere, I'm full of red wine and favors
I'll do what I can, the sun is angling, and and and the music
April 15, 2017
The Work as in the Getting
Illegal means of catching illegal fish
Only one of us can be the fastest
And no one is the best
The bar splits into three
And you'll make a choice
The road splits into two
And domestic assault remains a problem
All the things you can do with potatoes
And two pigs and weather patterns
Gather up the numbers and crunch them
The sun shining down on what's left
The countdown to the shooting
The last chord ringing in the air
April 14, 2017
In the Vicinity of the Moose Lottery
It's a celebration
People come and go
Divet vs. rivulet vs. sunset
Less than the whole but still something
Seasons change, said everybody
Big on bigger
Streets that matter
Lost wallets and scarves
Pocket change when that was a thing
Employment, employment, employment
A kerchunk you can believe in
Until a wall you can't ignore
The thing about facts
Air temperature, pressure, patterns
Leave a comment in the box then get back on your bike up outta here
Location:Congress St,Portland,United States
April 13, 2017
They You We Watch Where This Which Is Going
Never fails, never flaunting
Always moving always weather
When you fly or flee or flail or fire
This mother, that mother
That open field, this sense of purpose
A path is implied, so you walk it
A day is desired, so you live it
A siren attacks a wall or a shout attacks a cliff side or maybe dells and valley and peaks and all that
The picture is a pedal
The purpose is some wires
They build a tower and they smash it
Location:Franklin Pl,Lanham,United States
April 12, 2017
The Things You Add Up, the Sun when It Sets
When when where after when
With forever with with now
The Ways and Means Committee
Things come to mind
Days go by and you're standing there and I'm sitting here and all around us the flowers
I could feel the air hit my eyes when I got off the train this morning
I'm always trying to tell you what I mean
I have days and you have days
Car batteries are a thing
Just like Sunday and Threat Levels and Barbara Streisand
We can put thing in rows or boxes or matrices
I really don't care
What's gonna work for you?
What makes what scenes what fellows
I'd pay just as much for my phone if it was just the map and that's it
April 11, 2017
Even in This, We Are Wonder
A pen cap and other artifacts
Cradles, kitchens, nations
A line of lights and another in paint
A third of people
A fifth of gin
This monkey, that steering wheel
Biomass vs. ballast, take your pick
Stand here
Eyes up, but used up
Tie a string to it and call it a day
Let it all run out
Watch the ocean become the sky become the sand become the sea
Or something like that
You're the box and the prize and the mouth and the peanuts
And this is the dream where we forgive you
April 10, 2017
Sideways Through Forgotten Slips
The Earth doesn't turn under you -- we're all turning together
You were born to platforms and parking lots
A reservoir? Don't be scared
You'll always find something bigger and something smaller
Something better and something worse
Every moment a center
Every moment an edge
You can build a wall of becauses and you still won't have gotten anywhere
All the thing you'll want
All the things you'll run across your teeth
April 9, 2017
It's All Folk Music Ever After
Because it's all journalism
It's all dictation
It's all in your head
It's all reception
Because it's all perspective
Because you're a kid that drew the city corner or down the boulevard
Because rulers and then compasses and then protractors
Stencils and how-tos and how's today?
What's the first mistake you remember?
And the first time you tried something on only to realize that wasn't you?
Because the delete key is always at the ready
Because auto-correct is your friend most the time so much so you don't even notice it
And the sirens breaks down
The warnings wear out
The sun hangs in the sky and advertises a warmer day on the other side
But the wind is whipping
The lambs are somewhere
And there's your reflection
Location:Rokeby Rd,Baltimore,United States
April 8, 2017
Absent the Tools
Later ladders lift you up
The turn, the last push, much more
Sunshine, emails sent, shush
Your finger traces the edge
The wrong number but the right town
What they mean when they say "hometown"
Stacks and stacks of advantages
That place on the hill where you see it all
That time of day you love most
All the things that come to you and here they come
Location:Dryden Dr,Baltimore,United States
April 7, 2017
What Your Remember When You Remember
An oversized orange shopping bag
Knitting time together and away
Carts, cards, cardamom, carried away
Clouds in ribbons
Minutes or moments, doesn't matter
What's young is young again
And moving left
And checking the mail
And making all kinds of promises
Gravel does what gravels gonna do
When the rain comes down
Location:US-50 E,Hyattsville,United States
April 6, 2017
Action, Scales, Hues, Returns
Your first Nintendo
Frozen garbage
Pace and pacing
Bullets that glow
Intended outcomes
Rainbow sherbet
The Volkswagen Bug and the Bus, too
When the sky doesn't even look real
Tiny tiny films
What comes after what
The way a train slows
Fish in a river
High notes
Noontime napping
Nail files and more
Location:Range Rd,Odenton,United States
April 5, 2017
Travel Ritual Poem #3
When looking out a window
As one put upon to put it on the altar
As anger, as bloodshed, as long as you're asking
What voices and interruptions and meaning it when it matters
What averages, what wandering, what wonder
And they beg pardon or indifference
And then silenced at the border.
Every day finds its end
Every echo finds a cliff
Conserve your energy, the clouds are gathering
Location:H St NE,Washington,United States
April 4, 2017
Something Like Swimming Lessons from the Last Person that Should Be Giving Them
But that doesn't make it your Angry God
There are days in every week
There are sayings and doors and all manner of vestibules
There are diamonds balanced just so
And rocks that will guide you home
There are helpful birds and hateful birds and bitter birds
Dead deer carcasses on the side of the road
Highways everywhere
The sun, the rain, everything green
Today and today and today and today
Get a grip on anything and tell us you are here
I am here
I am here
April 3, 2017
Found Desk Poem 4/3/17 (Opening Day, Camden Yards)
We did what we had to to make the sound we needed
We climbed the sunshine
We forgot our names
All things much open outward and upward or die
Stack up the day where you can see it
Everything is the first here
Everything is dipped in the moment
Everything is in the book and by the book
Like what you heard about Inuit, we should have 40 different words to take us from want to need as the sun sets on bedroom communities across the land
Somewhere someone is praying for something
Say goodbye to the things that brought us together
April 2, 2017
I Don't Want to Waste It
to who to his is great greater sounds
the world warped and warded
on as in onward in as in inward inland inlet integers and then the magic parts
set the pins up
sign in vs. sign on
certain cities and certainty
celebrate and celebrations
certain cinders
because one thought won't line up with another
and the sun still sets
April 1, 2017
Look Closely Looking Too Close
Meet up with what's what or
Walk into a bar or what have you vs.
Even though even while
The things you burn when you're cold
The things you take with you when you take
The things the things the things most of all
That which when something
That core that if if when withdrawn
That that which when which do you see see
Oh say
Oh say it ain't so
It's spring and even the puddles are drowning
Look to all the excuses laid out to the horizon
I say coast, you say potato
Let's go get ice cream
It ain't gonna get any better than this
Location:Jefferson Ave,Towson,United States
March 18, 2017
I've Been Writing Everyday This Year
But here for instance (I don't know if that'll work).
And I've been writing more on a laptop keyboard (though I wrote all this on my phone) and not always just posting straight-to-blog like this piece I workshopped at Gin & Ink back at the beginning of the year that I had been working on for a while and submitted to Babe Press who I know have a website but I can't find it proper right now so there's their FB... and now realizing I went right from that workshop to submitting it late that night.
And I'm not going to pretend for a second that I'm getting out a ton re poetry and writing right now -- but that day was super helpful and it was a Ink Press Productions to Babe Press in 12 hours kinda day and that's all Baltimore and people being up to things. And that poem will come out in that mag along the way and it's all witchy.
And I'm working on something else for Infinity Kitchen. Also not typing-to-posting-to-here... and again that one is largely written on my laptop (but only after a bunch of failed somethings written on my phone that I'll cannibalize into something else some day).
And I've been writing a D&D module, too. A side adventure in Justin Sirois's INVERT world and playtesting it with friends which has been a blast and eye-opening and invigorating as a writer and an experience-maker. Playtesting a game puts your sense of audience as a writer on a whole different playing field. And I got to name a boat "The Loving Boulder" which might be the worst boat name ever. And embracing my inner nerd which sounds whatever, but really is tying a line back to my past where I read a lot of that stuff and didn't have a crew to play with -- I was that RPG nerd... at 8 and 10 and 14. But FTR it made me SLAY at the myth stuff whenever that floated into lit classes.
And I'm writing morning pages everyday because I believe in that, but those are private and I'd say they are "just for me" but they are barely that in the way you'd normally say that. Morning pages for me are about exercise. Like athletes staying limber. But also the way athletes learn new things about their craft when they work out or practice. (Yes, I am talking about practice, Allen.)
So I'm writing a ton right now. Even if life is busy and up to my eyes at times.
And robots are very much on my mind. And the way the world is going right now -- which has been whiplashy and then some. And the new job is still new and of course a lot of a lot.
And we did TOAST at AWP in DC and raised a bunch of money for Writers in the Baltimore Schools AND had a great time doing it and I met all kinds of great people, including a partner-in-bar tending-crime-for-the-evening Sam Slaughter. And I'm not going to namecheck everyone that made it all possible and made it wonderful so please forgive me that laziness of typing this morning.
But I'm keeping on. And I have no idea why I'm putting all this here and now.
But hey, in a couple weeks NaPoWriMo will start up again (April 1, naturally) and I'll be putting poems here everyday again, so there's that.
And would you believe me if I told you that all this was written pretty much the same way as all the poems? Except with link-looking-up.
Be well.
February 12, 2017
What the Continuation
Mathematical perceptions-insights-intentions meet constant awe and unintentional gendered preference, some say. Then photography and all its chemistry and Marie Curie and all her hands and countless other stories countless because we forgot to tell them and remember them and write them down but we're not done.
Bright eyes the thing not the guy, good lighting, turn of the century wall paper, wall hangings, low-slung couches and other couches, too. Piles of things surrounded by piles of people with piles of thoughts.
Views from high places.
Street-level views.
360-degree photography and shoot I don't have the degree symbol on this keyboard because that little circle woulda been perfect just there.
Sunday is in motion on the edge of the edge of the edge. Carbs are a good idea at times like these
as in, Eat 'em if you got 'em.
Location:N St NW,Washington,United States
February 7, 2017
The Things I Would Say
I mean a taste in your throat you just can't run from
Baggage claim, ticket stubs, the bad kind of Saturday morning however rare it is or was
Motion on top of motion on top of motion
And then friends all around
No. No.
Tuesday
Location:Seabrook Rd,Lanham,United States
February 6, 2017
I Mean
So so many of me
So many of you
So so many of youz
Your hair
Your car
Your diamond rings
You're real
You're there
You're what you mean
The weather, the weasel, the westward wind
The winches, the witches, the when you win
My friend Taylor
My friend Justin
And then Houston and New Orleans
There's something
There's nothing
That's what I mean
Location:I-195 E,Hanover,United States
January 25, 2017
What You Take Where
What happens on an island stays surrounded by water
A flag can bear any number of messages
There you go again with your Scottish trumpet down the only road I've ever known
A seed, a water bear, certain fungal spores
A wind, the tides, polar drift
My kingdom for a Prince?
Whatever happens from here vs. whatever
Whatever ever after
Watch it bend around the atmosphere
Watch it break and you'll be waiting a long time
January 23, 2017
Again the Sun, Always the Sun
Give me cheesecloth
The perfect pour
The interrupted huddle
Hidden driveway signs
Sign language line of sight
Fact: treads wear
Fact: tastes can be acquired
High fidelity recordings
Fields frown into the distance
Drizzle paving the way for fog
Country roads ebb in the brush
Don't worry the marine layer
You will be home before you know it
January 22, 2017
Is this app working yet?
Still been writing.
Been doing a lil bit of Instagram poetry-posting in the meantime.
Been thinking about transitioning all this to a new platform, but not so seriously.
Been busy with a new job and a hella buncha adjusting.
I'll get back on top of things and get this sorted.