Monday, April 27, 2015


from "In the Van Gogh Room"
    by Traise Yamamoto




Winter pulls the body inward.
Tradition calls strongly, as if 
in the act of keeping the belly
warm and rolled tight, 
the milk in the coffee, the third
key on the ring, the touch
and smell of a lover
could become the familiar things of childhood.

Perhaps this is why Spring makes us sad--
we think it is a delicate attentive sorrow
for the small buds of tree;
but this June I realized it is because
Spring does not allow an inner life.
We are pulled from the body, 
begin to wonder if it is the promise
of shedding the weight of our own heat,
close, that leaves us without cause of notice


pulled out of this wonderful collection 
that I unearthed at a used book store recently. 

Monday, April 20, 2015

this is my my so called life

I have been watching "My So Called Life," the 90's teen classic,
which has led me thinking a lot about how much we glamorize high school,
and how much time I spend searching for Real High School Moments
(whatever that means)
like little gems in this four year slog.

Monday, April 13, 2015

a snow day

backpacks that go everywhere

snow that quickly became ice

snow makes everything feel like an island and soon and the color of the sky will grow closer

and closer

to that of the snow itself
and soon it will all be the same.

reading this.

listening to this and this.