Recess

You skip town for a few days Underwear on the clothesline And come home to find that everyone’s dead or dying. The lint trap’s filled to the brim. The cat’s hair is in your cereal, but you can’t seem to find him. Your bedroom’s in the living room The living room is a storage closet…

2008

They silenced the grandfather clock in ’08 and since then I’ve forgotten how to say “I love you” We wouldn’t know it – all quarantined behind locked doors, but its hands are still in orbit circumventing its core all running the two of us now fleeing believing our wanderings will keep its hands in motion…

White Space

10 AM – out from under the sheets avoid my reflection brush my teeth and coat myself in a layer of blood If not my own, then whose? Wait as the oatmeal in the dining hall is changed to soup Wait as the temperature creeps toward today’s high Wait for the gesso to dry and…

Joe Schmo Is My Genius (and I Can Work with That)

  Astoria, Queens I finally got around to reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic and I’ve been thinking about ideas. I’ve entertained this topic before on this blog. My updated stance on the matter is as follows: My ability to generate ideas has improved significantly. Doing so isn’t even daunting anymore. I write down the ridiculous…