Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Wait for Me

 As the sun sets
I wait at the shoreline
Waiting
Burning a cigarette until then
"Wait for me" - she said
A memory moves in
I wash my hands
And dive




Friday, March 3, 2017

just hit send




My phone dings, vibrates, and lights up when you text me--
so do I.
But you went back to him,
and I’m clearing my history because I can’t compete with yours.
.
If life were a poem I would fight for you,
but that is kid stuff,
that would be a mistake.
I feel like the underdog,
and the universe is pullin’ for me, right?
But you left this poem in your wake.
.
Everything is being erased from my future,
right through the fog,
so send me a blank text once in a while,
I will make up all the words.
.
My phone dings, vibrates, and lights up when you text me,
but it has been quiet lately,
where are your texts?

Please,
just hit send.



Tuesday, February 14, 2017

i'm not taking her calls


I’m Not Taking Her Calls | The Book of Modern Dating





Here is a description of the five minute and sixteen second audio below:
 
Chapter One: Modern communication: Typewriter, handwritten letter, smoke signal (last resort).
Chapter Two: One-sided-follow-up-phone-call (otherwise known as a voicemail).
Chapter Three: Texting while driving (I’d risk everything for you, baby).


The following "cinematic," as one friend called it, track steers through themes of communication, anxiety, logic, and love. Especially in new connections between possible partners.




This is not an instruction manual. This is dating. There are no rules. Only risk.






Thank you for listening, I hope you enjoyed it. And please feel free to comment with your reactions.



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Monday, January 16, 2017

Saturday, September 24, 2016

i ultimately paint what I am afraid of

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is that okay with you?
i am not a feminist
i do not have rights over her body
her rights are her own
i am not a perv
i love love
that is the problem with boys
i am not immature
i am not superficial
i am less sexperienced than she is
and that is okay with me
 i am sorry about all this

i paint my darkest fears

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Tuesday, May 31, 2016

the veil





I’m afraid of everyone.
I’m so sick of looking at you.
I can’t tell if you will love me.
and I don’t know how.
I get so discouraged that I just want to sleep.
I am scared.
I belong to you.
maybe we can be imperfect.
and photo each other in the nude.
make fake album covers with our self-portraits.
cause to love is to collaborate.
people do connect.
I belong to you.



Tuesday, March 8, 2016

paper trail






I write so she will find me,
that she'll figure it out,
like leaving a trail of bread crumbs,
she will find me, 
and figure me out.