January 2011
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I might
just fall asleep in this pile of clothes I just took out of the dryer.
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December 2010
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Your Right
I’ve noticed that more and more people have been dropping the apostrophe in the word you’re and have instead been using your. For instance, “They think your dumb for saying that.”
The linguistics class I took last semester taught me not to place value judgements on the ways people speak. Plus, language, like most things, tends to evolve to better serve the convenience and...
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November 2009
3 posts
Katabasis
The aspiring hero must contend daily with deliverers of distance if he is ever to find repose among the heavenly bodies of constellations. He has little choice. He decides not the destination, merely the vessel, means, not the end. He considers first, his obsessions with interesting people and fresh air. He may call on a droning cab driver for travel down...
So This SEPTA strike
is really inconvenient and stressing me out…but I suppose that’s the whole point of a strike in the first place: an individual or group looking to prove itself to be valuable through the withholding of certain services. I was wholeheartedly convinced of your importance a long time ago though. So I say to you SEPTA, congratulations, now cut it out. It’s not that I’m really fiending to take the...
Demanding
I am always understating when I say your face is pretty, and you might believe I’m just spouting an opinion from behind tinted lenses, but I took those off a long time ago so I could see more clearly. I couldn’t stand the idea of anything getting in the way, so I kid you not, in all honesty, your face is pretty demanding, always commanding me to compliment you at the rounding of every...
July 2009
10 posts
I witnessed a boy trying jello for the first time at work today. His amazed “whoa”, delivered in a way that only a five year old voice can utter it as the jelly shook on his spoon made my whole day better.
A Note, or, In k Nots
Before we had even been properly introduced, you took it upon yourself to ask something of me. Your question had nothing to do with my firm beliefs in the healing ability of music or why I loved Star Wars so much. It was more blunt than all that. “Is your brother still white?” The fist struck a chord- ingly a cross the face, my body. Thoughts caught on paper, twisted in k nots of yes and know....
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How to Make Millions of Dollars by Writing Poetry
You won’t
Believe me
When I tell you.
Bubbles
Feeling
the circular minutes sliding
between the tiny ridges of our fingertips, we concluded that they burst
from shyness when seen by others. somewhere out
there is a floating soapy sphere
no one has ever looked upon
that has not yet popped, confident in his thin skin possessing a consistency
that is just
right.
With no aptitude for melody and double crossed in the meeting of intersecting lines. The birds outside my window. I am one son in the universe. Genetic codes have cheated me. With feet firmly planted, I want answers. I find no spark while I stand static. Grand coincidence, preventing the art of flight or saving the world. Elusive superpowers, shaking like a leaf, sing most clearly when it rains,...
We slept in shifts like grazing deer,
while the weight of the world shifted below.
Alive
in our serene half-nakedness,
I held you the way snakes prey,
silently and tightly.
Between the two of us
there was nearly enough material to dress a single person
and enough love to feed a fever forever.
Just before you fell asleep,
you turned on a smile
bright enough to steer ships safely to...
Traveler
In that time, traveler, there was little more than a strong sense of strength in every action. This is your time, traveler, make it count. The way you count the hours until your next deep breath suits you. Have a good time, traveler, while you’re out and about to witness the first of the waves. You are not the first to leave your home behind you. In short time, traveler, you will be...
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Ahoy!
Hello and welcome. My name is Cory and I call myself writer. I started writing a couple years back and fell in love with it. I figured I would share my work with those who were willing to listen. I feel as though arts like poetry and music connect us all despite our differences. The idea of someone far away digging on the same thing as me is a pleasant one. I hope to inspire someone someday, or...