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
So a few months ago I had a panic attack. It was a short lived episode, but I was with friends and it just humiliated me. The worst part was how understanding and helpful everyone was. It was maddening and surprising to realize that I was the only one upset with myself for freaking out…I… Continue reading A Post Modern Painting, a Poem, and a Panic Attack
Another poem, one of my favorites, actually. I wrote this back in high school. If you get it, let me know. All these years later, I still have no idea what it’s about. Time Zones I once flew for six hours to Morocco Just to get two hours ahead, But when I arrived… Continue reading Time Zones
I wrote this a while back, but I was rereading it today and thought I would share. I also tried to adapt it into an abstract stage play. That did not go well. So let’s just stick to the poem: POKER I start thinking too hard, Worried I’ll play the wrong card, I never could… Continue reading Poker, an Old Poem
Last night though I had a sudden realization that I was not happy, and had not been for a few days. Too much was on my mind and while I was scrambling to develop a list of priorities, “being happy” somehow fell off of my to-do list for a brief moment. So, I did what… Continue reading Sonnet 111
