Thursday, October 17, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Friday, May 31, 2013
Friday, May 24, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Don't try to make great art, I tell myself. Just make your art, the art that flows from you, that reflects you, I continue. Great art doesn't matter. What matters I tell myself, is to enjoy life and to reflect my life in the work I do. I should listen to me. I could be making sense.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
For the past two months I have been writing a poem a day in a little poetry diary of sorts. All of the poems are rough drafts and most will probably never be fully finished poems, but I did want to share one daily poem I wrote, because it seems to go with this poem:
Part of me has always wanted to be a good person.
Not the part that makes good decisions, unfortunately.
I feel all conflicted. I have a bifurcated soul -- I am not confused.
I am not an accidentally bad person, I'm bad on purpose.
I do not steal, or fornicate, unless you go to that lust in your heart
part. I am not cruel to animals, but a lack of faults does not
make me faultless. A list of sins I have never committed
does not make me sinless. Having perfection by omission
does not, in the least sense make me perfect. My one and only
perfection is in being perfectly selfish. I want, I want, I want.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
I started a Pinterest page dedicated to collage poetry. Much of it is my work, but I added some other people's work as well. If you do any collage poetry and would like to post it there I'd be honored.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Friday, March 1, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
I was always pissed off
Because I'm a dork. I've made a habit of not
I wasn't who
I wanted to be. In good times or bad
I looked like
with a frickin' mental illness.
All I can say is I'm not
satisfied with my lousy life.
Will I change me?
just rolling with the punches.
They'll just roll their eyes.