One, wait for the light to come on again. You ain’t ever going to kill hope because if you did I’d be a dead girl out of matchsticks.
Hello. How are you? I like your door.
I can make it glow. Do you like glowing things? Glowing things are my favorite. They’re bright and sunny and happy.
“Best Days” by Alessia Cara hit me in that twenty-something, good ol’ days way where you feel too old to be young but too young to be old. Like the song goes, “you live and then you die, but the hardest pill to swallow is the meantime.” Here I am, stuck in the meantime. BetweenContinue reading “Songs that wreck me: Best Days”
My original title idea for this was “No revisions: article on failing.” Because I had in mind the idea that I should fail in some way as I write about failing, about how failure is trying is improving and learning. Except then the idea of actually posting something that I hadn’t revised at all freakedContinue reading “A half-revised article on failing”
Twenty-four hours are a tank In seaworld, cold salt water Holding dolphins, You can go down, Down, Down, holding hourglass dolphins hostage hoping to and concrete containing blue gallons just enough to question the glass to really believe in freedom not enough of an ocean Until you hit the bottom, concrete andContinue reading “down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)”
Haiku number seven out of seven haikus on hope. This is the end people 😦
At night, cacti bloom
pink to oppressive shadow.
Color to the black.
Haiku #6 goes like this (super dramatic first line, I know): An old, aching tree
about to tumble, roots weak.
Enduring hope hurts.
Fair warning, I wrote most of this post
At this point, it really should be quite evident that I didn’t follow the traditional rules of writing a haiku (see this post, and this post. And also this
Hello. This post is part of a series where I evaluate haikus I wrote a few weeks ago. You can find those posts here. For this post, I’ll be looking at my 4th haiku: A wandering light, fluttering, frail; in deepness of creeping midnights. 5, 7, 5 syllables: check Punctuation: check. Even a semicolon thisContinue reading “Haiku #4”
With this series of posts, I shall be explaining some of my thought process behind the haikus I wrote in a recent article. Let’s start with the basics: