Narrative Paralysis

  blinking twice to acknowledge this /perfect/ truth. all words /aside/. i’m only sketching something in the /moment/ for posterity. /monume...

  getting to it again, I hope. I'll be in the new Paper and Ink  that drops this week. Definitely check that out, it's going to be g...

Busy morning means a short set of haikus: slender breeze through the windows of the sweating home/ gravel found in my shoe after a walk a re...

maybe I could be your store greeter. smile and stare through you. maybe I could be the person who sends positive soundwaves into your skull....

  sound is a monument and we are tearing it down with these here tracks. stink fest, this one. it’s between us and darkness now and the dark...

  You can grab my collaborative chapbook " Misshapen Pears: A Musical " now. from Two Key Customs. It's a trip, I'm told (...

  Monday marks the release of "Misshapen Pears: A Musical" from Two Key Customs. Y'all might not be ready for whatever it is w...

  took a little break from daily writing after April 30. If you're interested in purchasing work I've been putting out, you can find...

  It's the end of the month. If I sent this to you every day and you didn't want to punch me, I owe you a coffee or something. Here...

Today's Napowrimo prompt is some time travel of sorts; a poem where past and future selves consider one another.  early morning me- befo...

Today's Napowrimo prompt  follows a formula of 6 lines composed of 3 sentences: a statement, a question, a conclusion. with some effort,...

  Today's Napowrimo prompt  is to write a poem of instructions using the same stanza structure. four ways to  skin your finger were give...

Today's Napowrimo prompt challenges us to write an "ars poetica" poem. I love this sort of thing, in case you were wondering. ...

  Today's Napowrimo prompt seeks to clarify a metaphor through repeated, varied usages. Let's see what comes from this. a lonely sea...

  Today's Napowrimo prompt asserts night is the time where strange things occur and no one is there to notice it. Here is a poem where t...