The Valuelessness of Tradition

by | Sep 23, 2017 | Poetry

I’ve been bombarded with the thoughts of tradition Creating them Breaking them Learning from  and annoyed by them Why must it go this way? I’ve been creating new family traditions I’ve been upholding old family traditions I’ve been eschewing...

Grandma’s Way Pt 3

by | Jul 16, 2017 | Poetry

  I practically floated home on the strange idea, or hope rather, that I would somehow be whisked into her window to the kitchen table, where magic would ensue. I would sit there like a seven-year-old, and my legs would swing from the chair as Grandma would make...

Grandma’s Way Pt 2

by | Jul 8, 2017 | Poetry

  “Is it you?” I heard in my summer dream, a few days after I saw Grandma’s eyes on me. I’d been walking by her window for months. I’d never heard her voice or even caught her attention so far as I knew. I never saw her eyes. I...

Grandma’s Way

by | Jul 1, 2017 | Poetry

I saw her on the way back home from work. Everyday. Just walkin’ by didn’t make me anyone special, but I wondered about her after a time. Sometimes she would look at her arm, or perhaps it was her wrist. Sometimes she was sippin’ something. Coffee,...
For the Morning Sip

For the Morning Sip

by | Mar 4, 2017 | Poetry

It could be an oxymoron Like Decaf coffee Or democratic racism Or just words on a page A wall A tattoo on an elbow When you draw on rocks What does that change? You, I think There are ghosts in the machine Or smoke blown up an arse Perhaps this is too political for a...