my favorite mornings

My favorite mornings are the ones 
where I wake up, sip my coffee and hum 
Nina Simone's ‘It's a New Day’ to myself 
because I am feeling good,
lucky to still be here 
grateful for another chance 
to make a difference
idk where the day will take me
but I’m curious enough 
to travel to the outer limits
before I’m forced to reel myself back in,
for actions have consequences
and there is a too far to go, you know 
by the time midnight strikes
I may be a little battered, buzzed, 
slightly hammered
ready to regret a choice 
I'm about to make 
but for fucks sake…
He feels good.

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02/12/2022 0

reciprocal, somersault rationale

Oh my god she gasped silently. 
What did he do, now? 
She shrunk back into her shell and  turned away. 
If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge  his actions with a reaction… 
did it happen? 
Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, 
far from it, 
but she giggled as if it was. 
I mean
the respect was reciprocal,
but this spectacle he made of himself 
had little to do with her 
and more with the frustration 
so many others had.
We were trapped 
without a visible way out. 
Sometimes one had to shout, get loud 
then do somersaults to explain the rationale. 
However explanations weren’t on his mind this time.

Wod 12/18

02/11/2022 0

congenial reveal matcha

I tried my best to put on a congenial facade, but the patron’s persistance that we had matcha was wearing me down. How many times could I repeat ‘No, we don’t.’
How many times could I list the teas we had in stock. I reminded her again that we weren’t a Starbucks or a cozy corner coffee shop. Still she persisted and insisted that she got one last week. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was on the verge of revealing my darker side. I wanted to walk away, instead I said ‘whatever you say’ and dropped the plain green tea bag in the hot water. Handed it to her, told her to have a nice day and mouthed under my mask please go away.

Wod 12/19

12/21/2021 0

devotion, daunt, cryosphere

A noise behind the closed door 
startled his senses, with a jolt he 
shot up like a bolt. It was a crash 
bang clang, a signal that a new 
disturbance had entered the atmosphere 
He was tempted to call out 
"Hello, who's there?" but then he had a 
flashback to the last time he asked 
that and blindly opened the door, the 
last time he attempted to investigate 
and his world imploded and he crashed 
through the crack in the cryosphere 
and found himself here. Inside a 
dark cell dedicated to his devotions, 
a place to play out his premonitions 
undaunted, untethered by outside 
criticisms. He was not prepared nor 
ready for this intrusion on his solitude.

Wod 10/22

11/27/2021 0

the re-read

I re-read my words 
and try to remember the time 
but ultimately I remember the mood 
that goes with every rhyme. 
In some I smile and bask in the joy 
that comes from when the writing is done. 
In others I relive the darkness 
that had enveloped me 
as it encroached on my soul 
but as I wrote those words 
I was finally able to let it go. 
I don't know what people 
will see 
what they will read 
what they will eventually 
believe of me. 
But if they could identify 
and know those moments 
inhabit us all…  
Then I did my duty 
and it was worth it all.

9/18

11/22/2021 0

obtuse, hector, codicil

My words can be obtuse, I felt I 
need to explain myself further 
and ended up repeating and repeating 
all the time. came across like a bully 
because of misunderstanding. I never 
meant to hector, didn't mean to 
lecture. I was passing on some 
information, a codicil, if you  
will, something like that.

Wod 9/25

11/21/2021 0

facile ghoulish garb of the ravenous revenant

black and white mural of ghost with white flowers in background


"C'était très facile. no trouble at  
all" she said as she shrugged her  
shoulders pushing my concerns aside. 
I was horrified by what she'd done. 
How, not now! Holy cow, sitting at  
the table was a revenant of her  
late husband, my father, dressed 
in his best golfer's garb.

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11/03/2021 0

inane, menace, columbarium

That cackle sent a chill down my spine. 
How could the others stand it.
Every time he laughed I shuddered
as if fingers had just run down a
chalkboard. He was so mundane
and had a most inane obsession
with my personal life, with everyone's. 
Gossip girl as a nickname did
not do justice. He was filled with
malice, his curiosity was a menace 
to the community.
The desire to break bonds and
create chaos with some farfetched story 
is where he sought his glory. 
I watched him cause worry with the calmest of the sages.
They went grey after being drawn into his games.
Ignoring him was the best I could do,
but he still tried to force interactions.
I tried to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't happen.
I mean, he's not my problem anymore
that's why I ignored the door
to the columbarium when it opened
and he walked out covered in ash.
hmmm...
                May wreaking havoc with the dead be his last act.

words of the day 11/1

11/01/2021 0

bogus, anomaly, verst

confused by the term, 
she thought hard, 
you could see it reflected in her expression, 
the furrowed brow and pursed lips 
in deep contemplation
‘2 versts and you'll be there.’ 
Where? What? 2 verses? 
She misunderstood, but still tried
to find the lines that could get her
to the destination she wanted to find
"Go 2 versts! 10 blocks that way,
a mile past the Jack in the box.”
Oh God, was he putting her on. 
This is a bogus explanation, 
she only asked for directions, 
not a language lesson
She wished she could look it up 
but alas, an anomaly, her phone was dead. 
Damn it why did she bother to get out of bed.

words of the day 10/23

10/31/2021 0

Dazed, Confused and more video

Recorded on May 28, 2020. Tonight’s poem is Dazed & Confused. The question of the night was about something interesting we had recently seen. Tonight’s hosts are Transe and Hanna, find out more about them through the links in their name. FYI Transe just released a video game called Psycho Limos check it out

09/17/2021 0