The Artist ( Part II)

I hold your book like a totem

built of hard earned lessons.

Its cover smooth against my palm

Pain subsides,

there is only this.

Is it worth it? we wonder.

Time and time

again the question arises.

The answer

Always Yes.

"Poetry Is Not A Project"

There is a self that is shown with the placement
of every word in a line.
Some placements are better than others.
Some placements are elegant
and allow the words to become a river
as they flow off the tongue or
the inner voice of the mind.
Other placements are clumsy
and done with little consideration
as they are rushed out to meet
some half-conceived expectation
of production.
There is an internal logic
that is negotiated
every time
a word is selected
and put forth. To give form
or not? To follow tradition and
meter or find a way to make
the words mirror the way I would
tell you these thoughts if we
were speaking to each other
across a table in a bar.
There is no scientific method
for this. There are suggestions
and some of them are quite helpful.
What are you looking to say?
How do you want to say it?
Do you know what I'm saying?

Hello,

It has been a while since the last time we wrote each other.

I'm glad to hear things are going well for you.

Have you ever felt the tide rushing towards you

when your back is turned?

I feel it all the time.

It's a strange sensation to say the least.

I've given up on trying to make everything

make sense at all times.

Theres is a  place and time for order

and reason,

we can't forget the need for spontaneity

in our lives.

Not everything is fated.

Hope to see you soon,

XO

Old Friends

There is no blame,

these things happen

slowly over time.

It definitely

happens

when you get

pregnant

married

and 

have a child.

Oh well.

We have clearly

out lived the use

we once had for

each other.