Yearly Archives: 2013

Jackhammer

Fi-nal-ly. The jackhammer           stopped. After 7 1/2 hours    of it P          O          U          N          D          I          N          G    the asphalt      outside our window,                I can hear                   the … Continue Reading

Herring

I am beginning    to really like this character,                      this person                          she’s becoming,                               with her quirks                                     and oddities                                     and flaws                                     and … Continue Reading

Opposition

Prepare      for opposition. Expect       antagonizing remarks       adamant disapproval       severe hostility          at something you may or                                   may never                                      have meant,                                          or even said. Big … Continue Reading

Prosaic

Lately I have been    running on fumes    grasping at straws    on an emotional rollercoaster    in survival mode       and    not firing on all cylinders. Maybe I’m just wiped. Maybe I bit off    more than … Continue Reading

Antonyms

We are         opposite         flipped         upside-              down         backward. We are         antonyms. We interact    frequently,       but it’s often hard                 to identify with each other                     or even have                        a basic conversation. Could … Continue Reading

Ribbit

On a night    like tonight       I would be             lying back on the roof                  in the cool breeze             staring at the stars                       or             hiking up the hill alone                  in the mostly dark … Continue Reading

Miss

I’ve been described as    self-aware,       which to some extent                 is accurate                 (I think). Yet I catch myself     off-guard          a lot. I see things. I see     through    things. But I also            miss things. I … Continue Reading

Rigged

Gravity    likes to tease me              poke at me              play games                   with me. I pick objects  up        then        solidly    set them     down. Without provocation      from my general lack of             coordination,         gravity … Continue Reading

Spots

It’s hard to be creative      in the blinding sun. I can’t see the words                    pictures                    letters                    thoughts                        through the                              bright intensity. I try to look away      and only                spots                      are left. … Continue Reading

Step

There is a deep connection              beneath                  the disconnect,      yet we hardly even know           who they are. We can’t be a part   of their days             weeks          or years, really. Everything      is … Continue Reading