mantra

December 4, 2014 § 1 Comment

“you are powerful beyond measure”

my yoga teacher whispered into our expanse of sweaty bodies, all twisted and teetering and balancing on a single leg that had gone numb minutes ago

“you have a special light that shines”

she proclaimed as we bent and twisted and tried to breathe like darth vader while emptying our minds and simultaneously channeling inner peace and oneness with the earth

“you are enough”

we inhaled, we exhaled
and somehow, we believed her

acquaintance

November 20, 2014 § 1 Comment

i knew
him for five years,
but I didn’t really know him
at all.

yet,
his dog
and i became
the closest of friends
within the first few hours
of meeting.

Mind Games

November 7, 2014 § 1 Comment

I wish I could be introspective every single day
I dream of molding thoughts abstract, like artwork out of clay
Construct idealic phrase so fast, leave audiences beaming
Pen existential metaphors, of which no ones knows the meaning
I wish my mind was free to mull over eloquently structured phrase
I would write down all my profound thoughts and not run out for days
How nice to conjecture Kafkaesque verse with flair and frequency
It’s just a bit hard when my mind is filled with thoughts like, “Gee, I have to pee.”

question

July 21, 2014 § 2 Comments

does anyone else
use their fingers to count each
haiku syllable?

ok good.

A Truthful Haiku

July 2, 2014 § 1 Comment

I am utterly
failing at writing a poem
each and every day.

end of the day

June 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

if there was ever a greater feeling
than thinking about absolutely nothing
and staring up at a spinning fan
spilling icy air across your face
after collapsing theatrically
onto a pillowy queen size bed
after ripping off constricting clothes
and putting on sweats and a shirt that’s too big
after pushing your way persistently and slowly
across crowded asphalt roads
after staring at a computer screen
for eight to ten hours,
then somebody better tell me right now
what it is

the spiteful haiku

June 18, 2014 § 2 Comments

it’s harder than it
seems, to write a haiku that’s
syntactically clear …and syllabically correct

the blithely biker

May 25, 2014 § 2 Comments

when he pedals past my house every Sunday,
with Bob Marley strumming
from his portable jerry-rigged boom-box,
I can’t decide who’s happier:
he, in all his melodic cycling glory,
or the birds, who cheerfully and loyally chirp along to his song.

Lemon Tree

April 29, 2014 § 1 Comment

A lemon from above
Came falling from the sky
A perfect yellow orb
Promptly hit me in the eye

I was gazing overhead
Making friends with clouds
When my peaceful state was ended
With a jolt of something sour

I thought about the odds
Of such a strange occurrence
All the eyes it could have hit
And it chose mine to cause disturbance

But I guess it’s all perspective
It’s not really all about me
For when life throws you lemons
At least it’s not you falling from the tree

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