Tag: poetry

backyard happy hour. We all have our little hells, things we must live through without a certain end. I don’t think of hell as some crackling, fiery place but that time we spend crucifying ourselves over the uncontrollable whims of life.  Hell is the knife of emotion that takes hold in the heart, winding it’s way through the chest, cracking… Continue reading Little Hells: A Poem →

I wrote this poem over a year ago now—one evening after logging off from work, back when I was still working from home. It was supposed to be a blog post but very quickly it started to become something else. I don't think I realized it was a poem, though, until I was almost halfway… Continue reading You saw the trailer but not the movie: a prose poem →

I wrote this last August while sitting up in bed, avoiding sleep. I’m not a great sleeper. I’m usually watching TV, scrolling mindlessly on my phone, occasionally reading. I should read in bed more. But this night, I spent at least part of my dawdling bedtime hours writing this poem. If I’m being completely honest,… Continue reading A Poem I Wrote While Avoiding Sleep →