I can’t read right now. The words keep tripping me up, obscuring the meaning of the thoughts they are meant to convey with their clumsy syllables and pronunciations. The trees do a better job of making meaning plain. They create oxygen to boot. I can’t hear the music. It’s too loud. Obnoxious fingers attack strings andContinue reading “The Only Thing That Makes Sense”
If your eyes are too tired for reading, let your ears do the work with these readings of poetry and fiction written by me and Julisa Wilson, read by Alexander Smith on this Creative Writing Outloud podcast.
I wish I could tell you the things I’m thinkingBut then I’d have to make violent love to youOr pretend I hadn’t spokenOr pretend that I was jokingOr pretend I was talking to somebody elseAnd I’d still have to make violent love to you
So long to friends wild and weirdAnd to desperate antics and pleasSo long to waking up in strange placesWith our pants around our kneesSo long to visionary realmsTo mirrors that live in the cloudsTo laughing at suckers who work for a livingAnd know how to blend in a crowdSo long to friends crazy and crampedToContinue reading “So Long”
Who’s to say why peopleDo the things they do?Say the things they say?Feel the things they feel?Who’s to sayWhat’s the best wayTo get old?I’ve lost exuberanceBut I’ve gained perspectiveI’ve lost staminaBut I’ve gained perseveranceI’ve lost strengthBut I’ve gained fearlessnessI’ve lost yearsBut I’ve gained precious daysI lost anger and I gained hopeThen I lost hopeContinue reading “The Best Way To Get Old”