So my boyfriend, because he’s a sweetheart, brought me flowers when he showed up after being gone three long months, studying in England. They lasted remarkably well this past week while he was here on spring break, but now as he boards a plane at some terminal in the SeaTac airport, and I wake up… Continue reading Entropy’s most beuatiful claim
You might have seen last week that I lost my old friend, Sarah to a hit and run driving accident. I haven’t been blogging much lately for the same reason that I haven’t been doing much school, writing, or anything else. It’s hard to recover from something like that, and unfortunately, Sarah wasn’t the only… Continue reading Pre-Mortem Poem
I just got back from my friend Sarah’s funeral. Hard to believe that after these past fifteen years of friendship she’s really gone. I wrote this poem and ended up giving it to her family…they had someone read it at the service today. Sarah had a distinctive face and a distinctive heart. I’m glad that… Continue reading She Never Wore A Mask
It’s funny how inclined we are to want to hate the people who have hurt us. It’s not any fun, of course, but it’s funny that we should want to feel a negative emotion we can’t will ourselves to feel. Some of us spend so long trying to be angry with people, we just end… Continue reading A Love Poem After the Fact
Tomorrow is March and March means spring. As a Seattlite, I can’t tell you how excited I am for the prospect of having a committed, loving relationship with the sun instead of these fitful affairs I’ve been having with it all winter. Spring has just always seemed like a good time to repair everything, from… Continue reading Brace Yourself: SPRING IS COMING (Sonnet 74)
Bookcases, empty and bare, Stand purposeless, as if in error. Where once the walls were lined with books Now barren shelves attract no looks The dark store, a cavernous lair, A shadowy shell of what was there When we could lose ourselves with care In stories from book-laden nooks, Then fly away. The… Continue reading A Rondel Lamenting the Slow Demise of the Indie Bookstore
If there is one thing I’ve learned in the past year, it’s that keeping secrets from your loved ones is just about the most poisonous thing you can do. It doesn’t matter if it concerns them or not…no matter how little and insignificant they seem, or how little they mean to anybody else, if you… Continue reading If Only We Could Sell Our Secrets
I remember when I first learned that it was a “playwright” not a “playwrite.” You’re not someone who writes a play, you’re someone who builds a play. That absolutely astonished me. It gave so much more power to the writer. At the end of the day it’s just words on a page, but the writer… Continue reading The Dreamwright
Ergo, I present my Sonnet 104: Following your heart is too glamorized As if it is mysterious and wild To speak a name your mouth has memorized To wander with the whimsy of a child To the doorstep you have always dreamed of. All it can do is take you to the same Smile, the… Continue reading Mondays Need More Love Poems
Thought I could stand to share another poem. I tried to get this one published for a while, but it wasn’t any editor’s cup of tea. I still love it…one of my favorite of my short poems, maybe. Snuffing Candles Melting, dripping with time passing, Wick still clashing. Ashen, waxen, Flame un-passion. Holding candleholder handles,… Continue reading The Existentially Satisfying Feeling of Snuffing Candles
AUDREY GREATHOUSE 