Fjordscene Poetry

My mom doesn’t understand poetry –she cannot feel how rhythmlinked with wordscreates new meaningand allows things to be heardand remembered through requiringthe usage of the mind – you don’t feed people poetry –they have to chewand you can’t help them […]

Spindly strings of light emittedfrom a lit computer screen –nimble fingers hover overkeys that seem to twist and turn – How put into words a worldso twisted and original –how express with merely wordsthe strangeness of it all – Dust […]

thoughts grow slowly in my mindthen suddenly spring forthas fully formed decisionsaltering my course –

I was told that with ageI’d find answers – find faith –but all I found was questions I was told I’d wisen up and learnand I did learn some from each mistake –but I also lost all faith I was […]

it’s hard to lose weight when the urge to drinkstrikes me at inopportune times –like in the middle of a lectureor in the middle of the night – i lay awake and wonder and thinkand question how to best spend […]

roaring currents, breaking waves –cacophony around my desk –the ringing phones, the clanging keys,the voices – never at a rest –it swirls around me without end,but i am the office breakwater –it shocks me with its potencybut can’t rock my […]

the youth i never had keeps haunting me –it taunts me in the face of younger women –that which i never was, and cannot be again –the youth i never had plays out insteadin endless loop within my head – […]

Trying to figure out makeup at 29is just so sad –others have a head start of 15 yearsand a gallery of duck face selfiesto look back at –what have I got? I want to ask a woman’s advicebut I really […]

here i sit again – a square bug light illuminating everything –showing me a world wherein i have no wish to live –yet cannot escape – alcohol cancels out the pain – for a little while –my thoughts however press […]

Give me just a taste of life –something to make it worth my while –these empty days stretch behind and aheadand i can’t find the means to erase them – Give me something to hold onto –anything will do –just […]

the sun found meas i lay in hidingbeneath mounds of sleep –it gently shookremains of dreams off me –this way awakei stumble through the lightto what awaits me – the day: embodied crueltykilling dreams daily –

congratulations! you’ve scavenged outthis piece of poem from the dustbinthat is the words i left behind – somuch garbage of other kinds gone towaste, but this – the words – can bepreserved at least –a strange thing to ponder in […]

The sum of life: we lie, we die

hear, see, feel, give up, give in again – too much world to take in – stop – step back, refrain –

tiny green eyes see the sun for the first time – a cruel sun wanting to burn them back into the ground – wrestling with wispy clouds to get through and do its intended harm – while the tiny green […]

i still live – we lie – we die – it’s “me”, it’s “my” and I still give – what have I, name – no claim, no gain – words – unheard – but I still feel – no, nothing’s […]

sofa: a place for a mother to lie and read, dead to the world and me – a place that speaks “pain” and “tired” in words and in shifty eyes you cannot catch – tested, tried – kitchen: a place […]

“you only hear your echo when I speak with you!” – well, so do you – and you don’t speak “with” me, no you speak to –

fickle faint buzz of your doings in my pocket – if you cared for my thoughts you’d be here though, wouldn’t you? distant humming life of which I am no part demands my attention – not my heart –

drill skull in a flurry of activity – skull is mine – drill is yours – combustion close, compulsion closer – you want more?