Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Us.

My mother and sister and I
Are great, fantastic writers
We write about
Fried green tomatoes
And big fancy Easter hats
And godamn
We'll never be published 

Mother-
Loss of innocence
Change of perspective
Now 
Ish

Sister-
Sports
Success
Next

Me-
Loss of innocence
Changes of perspective
Next
Ish

God bless.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Portland.

When I have a moment of space from you I'll gather up what you were to me

A place of solace I made, not found
In a panicked term

A quiet ravens nest I made in the center of a three-ringed circus

A violent overdose of tension that forced me to seek peace internally.

For a moment I'll look desperately to the heavens-
Like so many places before you-
And beg myself to remember.