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Fern Hill

Breaking the silence with a poem I fell in love with in college by Dylan Thomas, one of my favorite poets. I still remember my professor, with her slight English accent, reading it out loud. And later, I was able to hear…
Unfinished

or, the Hounds Belief trails Like an untrained hound dog Baying his complaints behind the massive behemoths Of Faith, Hope, and Love. Together they've raced over highways Byways Parkways Driveways... He is always…
If Monday

Friday, October 2, 2009 If Monday had been like a Tuesday, There would have been icecream and cookies involved (Or at least the thought of it.) There would have been more sugar, and less Lemons (in the lemonade that wo…
Not So Gentle

Registration has begun. I am exhausted and it's not even Monday yet. This is my retaliation. I need to go to sleep. Even ice cream did not help tonight. I'm going to need some serious help getting through this First…
Ode to the Fly

or, I Hate Dem Flies I hate Dem flies The way dere skeletal bodies Thud their way across the Inside Of my windows Dirty even in their attempts To escape Never sure if dey come or go I hate Dem flies The way dey leave t…
Give Me A Stick for a Gravestone*

Jen _xxx_ Doesn’t have a 10-line epitaph Doesn’t want to be remembered in 10 lines Or even two She’d prefer to rest in peace And let the passers-by Go in peace Without having to stop and read some 10-line epitaph Writ…
Unfinished

This, like many before it, is titled 'Unfinished.' I don't know what about that is so appealing to me, but I seem to like things that have the potential to continue on... hence my overuse of ellipses... more on this s…
All Roads Lead to Rome

I found this in my journal dated about a year and a month ago. Funny. I'm looking through my journal which can only mean one of a few things: a) I am feeling reflective and pensive b) I am avoiding sleep c) all of th…
Ode

This is something I scribbled on the back of a receipt while I was waiting for my friend at Applebee's. I thought I'd share it so at the very least, I can remember it. <edit> this poem has a title, which tends to…
The Lord Is.

The Lord is the Great Employer, and I shall not be in want He makes me believe that in the pastures and tiers of Administration He is the Highest, and He is leading. He restores my soul. He leads me in the paths of rig…