Friday, September 30, 2016

Thursday, September 29, 2016

29.

An app can only
Close itself
So many times in your face
Before you take the hint
And walk out silently. 

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Monday, September 26, 2016

Sunday, September 25, 2016

25.

There is a panorama in Queens
That shows every building, 
Every street 
In every borough
Miniature size so the viewer 
Can play God 
Or Godzilla
Can find their street
Their building 
Their root in a city 
That cannot possibly
Be contained
In a building 
In Queens. 

Friday, September 23, 2016

24.

There is a light 
That hits New York in
Fall
All warm
Orange
Like fire but kind
Caressing the buildings
The nooks
The corners 
In a way that is 
Magic. 

Thursday, September 22, 2016

23.

A yellow diamond
canary they say
that makes it sound light
and gay
instead of looking
dirty
like teeth in a mouth that smoked
for 40 years

Everything sparkles
Everything is exclamation points

Somehow metal and mineral
are stronger than padlocks
for life
But no one really knows how

Supposedly it's nice.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

22.

Write
Despair
Rinse
Repeat

If you have nothing useful to say
Should you really be allowed the space?

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

21.

They sit 
Opposite each other at a bistro table so small that their knees could touch
Would touch
If they still were young
If they still loved each other
If they still had anything to say
To each other
Now it's only at each other 
Words float past the other's
Ear drum
Into the night
But mostly a meal 
In silence 
The server laughs at their jokes
But only for 20%
They leave together
But do not 
Hold hands. 

Monday, September 19, 2016

Sunday, September 18, 2016

19.

He sat leaning against the cool church pillar, wrong direction, the performance was at the altar. Head in is hands, was he moved by the spirit? He rushed here, his back wet with sweat, dark blue against the light of his sleeves. It dried with the Ave Marias and Kyrie Eleison. At the very top valves, a spotlight directed dances of specks of dust and flittering winged creatures. There's no clapping in the house of God. There's no flip flops, no crying children, no crinkling cough lozenge wrappers. God will not allow it. God made rules, how else will you know your life is well deserved, your future. God reminds you of suffering, how else will you know gratitude. It is easy to confuse with fear. Pray yourself away. God is not satedby your sacrifice. 

Saturday, September 17, 2016

18.


It's amazing
how long a cursor can remain
blinking
on a blank page

and never magically turn into words. 

17.

If inner monologues are all you have
then they are your story

write what you know

It's just it's not up to you if anyone else finds them interesting

Thursday, September 15, 2016

16.

First person narrative. 
Third person narrative. 
It has to be somebody's narrative after all you do not know how to speak if not through someone. 
What are we if not a collection of relationships? All actors on the same stage in individual plays. We couldn't afford our own sets, it's easier this way, sometimes they overlap so it's cheaper. Sit in a window and watch the drama unfold below. 

If we thought this was all real
Would we bear it?

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

15.


Sometimes 
and for just a moment
the great Futility of life dawns
on you 
and opens the door
to a great 
-impossibly great-
chasm of dread

that stabs your very core

You lose your breath
for just that moment
and carry on 
as though 
Nothing. 

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

14.

Parents think
their greatest accomplishment in life
is their children

It seems a cop out

What burden it puts on the children
to accomplish for all the generations
that came before.

Monday, September 12, 2016

13.

Find that one thing
that is yours 
and no one else's

Don't own it 
like a greedy villain 
will chain his prized possessions

but embrace it
hold it gently
like a child will hold 
a wounded bird
believing it can be saved
with love

Encourage it quietly
on your own
Shield it
Grow it
around your spine
until you know not where you end
and it begins

Then the others can do
what they want
Now it is not only yours
But it is you
and cannot fall out of your grasp. 

Sunday, September 11, 2016

12.

Sunday blues tear through a body 
like chemo
Like a fiery infection
inflaming every vein
every muscle
every nerve ending
with a sensation
at once excruciatingly painful
and dulled

Like it allows you to stare
at the emptiness
of Life 
and how meaningless you are in it
It claws at your insides
but you are perfectly still

Suspended in limbo
of a life half lived
and a death 
only half escaped

11.

The first failure
sits with you always

It follows you into bright days
when all you do is right
It stands with you
Every fleeting moment you believe
you've done something right

If you just look over your shoulder
You'll see it looming
A constant reminder
of your imperfections
and
thus
of your perpetual inability
to ever make yourself
Happy.

Friday, September 9, 2016

10.

At Columbus Circle,
the rain poured in great sheets of water,
torrents down the street and
shirts see-through within a block

but in the East Village the
streets
were dry.

How is that?

Thursday, September 8, 2016

9.

Sometimes
a body can be so tired
in the sauna of summer streets
that it sinks
through thin mattresses
through dusty hardwood floors
through levels of sewer and rat races

and you wonder how you'll ever lift yourself up again.

This never happened when I was younger.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

8.

I spend a lot of time thinking about persona. About creating just the right facade and shell to encapsulate the words I write, to be the right backdrop against which to publish a story. This medium length hair, this average body, this passable face, they will not do. I try dramatic makeup but it smears off by end of day I get sweaty walking to work okay? I can't keep it up. This average middle class upbringing contains no visible struggle and you shouldn't have to explain scars no one can see for them to seem daring. 

I just wanted to write a story, I wanted you to read it on its own without my interference, I wanted it to speak for me. Instead I run my fingers along a thousand paperback covers on display and look at their black and white descriptions, fear the smoky biographies are worth more than the book that follows. 

Did the writer come first, or did her words? 

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

7.

Rules were not meant to be broken.

Rules were meant to be followed
so that when you break them
Something hurts.

Nothing new
ever came
out of comfort.

Monday, September 5, 2016

6.

Last day of summer. The air still warm, still full of sounds, a million creatures in the midst of their swan song, do they know their days are coming to an end? If they did, would they do anything differently? 

The kids along the beach pay no attention to the turning leaves, to the lifeguards packing up docks and cleaning out. School starts tomorrow. Everything changes perpetually. 

The bittersweet stings floor you every time. 

Sunday, September 4, 2016

5.


In the shower sometimes
I scrub and scrub my skin
I think sometimes hoping a new person entirely will emerge
but you can't exfoliate
your soul
with drugstore creams

Saturday, September 3, 2016

4.

Blue skies
Water like velvet in all directions 
Thoughts fleeting, unimportant, but you feel like 
The Answer 
Might lit in wait just beyond the next train of thought, if you could only follow it through to its conclusion

Just as happy not to

There's a secret of life 
Lying in wait there somewhere 

You just know it 

Friday, September 2, 2016

3.

Today I thought 
I put such worth in not photographing everything, but keeping a mental memory, a moment to myself within myself and but claiming it as my own. 

But while that makes me feel smug now...

When I die, that picture dies with me and will never exist again. 

Thursday, September 1, 2016

2.

And then
how quickly steam
loses itself,
fizzles into silences of self doubt
words slip away into dusty corners
and your voice sits quietly again

So soon

Already lost in the woods
and it's not even dark yet.