sort of the opposite of my last story, i knew i was going to fail this year’s nanowrimo the moment i decided to do it. and not just because i completely flubbed camp nano this year too. either? too/either. — i have ideas. notebooks full of ideas. some are even…

i don’t doubt that i’ll successfully finish my goodreads challenge this year. damned if i don’t, i will consume 104 books in the 2020 calendar year. i have faith in (if nothing else) my procrastination abilities and can confidently say (while 10 behind) the books Will Be Read. still, i…

since october 1st, i’ve been participating in a daily poetry activity called the poeming, an annual event where poets work with one title from a selected author to write found poems. this year, the referenced author is christopher pike and my assigned book is “the return.” posted here are the…

since the beginning of october, i’ve been participating in a daily poetry activity called the poeming, an annual event where poets work with one title from a selected author to write found poems. this year, the referenced author is christopher pike and my assigned book is “the return.” posted here…

since the beginning of october, i’ve been participating in a daily poetry activity called the poeming, an annual event where poets work with one title from a selected author to write found poems. this year, the referenced author is christopher pike and my assigned book is “the return.” posted here…

since october 1, i’ve been participating in a daily found poetry activity called the poeming. it’s an annual event where each year, poets work with one title from a selected author to write found poems and post those poems every day throughout october on tumblr. this year for the poeming…

oh the futility of taming what once was wild. how to combat centuries of evolution? how to undo a year of living outdoors? how to tell this domesticated beast not to bring lizards inside? clearly, the answer to these questions is not: to scream atop the bed, horror-struck, watching brown limbs flail…

i used to look forward to the silky sky blue that came each september it’s lighter than a summer blue and deeper than icy blue winter but ever since the world caught fire, its cooling, calming color is veiled by a filmy yellow haze. it hovers over another month as hot as the last. [+stanza?] oh who cares. it’s too hot . and one fine autumn morning — cockroaches stopped dead too hot to carry on, carcasses left to bake in the sun that rises over a dewless lawn

I remember pacing back and forth in the kitchen common area of my sophomore year dorm. …