Composed 8/2/16
Description: n/a

There’s something romantic
About those hard gray songs with
Their open, blunt, and silly words
That play loud on short road trips
That somehow connect to me

I wish I could write you one
And sneak it onto the airways
Lace it with words that would spell your name
As the DJ gave you mine

Feel the guitar riffs through your finger tips
As the bass resets your heart
Let the sound sink in and please you
Let the energy radiate, make you grin
I hope it’s a song you’ll hear again

You’ve been hidden in static speakers
Muffled and compressed
Loving hands hid your complexity and sound
And the radio censored your messages

Now do I listen only because I can?
Have I been bewitched simply by the sound?
Perhaps I’ve fallen into the music and lost my ground
And now I hesitate
This could be my favorite song or perhaps you’re just
An alternative


Tasty Beats

Composed 5/12/16
Description: For Day 7 the theme was “flavor,” and we were challenged to use found poetry. Found poetry is kind of a struggle to me, because, unless I am spontaneously inspired, in some ways I feel constrained. But I remembered I made some chewy brownie cookies yesterday, and I thought that might be destiny. So I stepped up to the plate (haha) and used the recipe to make a poem, which, actually, turned out to be kind of a DJ/rap intro. I find this fitting as music, just like food, has distinct flavors and is often described as “tasty.”

If you are interested in the cookies (which are quite good!) here is the full recipe. And here is the poem:

found poetry and erasure poetry using a recipe for cookies


Just Words

Composed 1/8/15
Description: Hello, world! How’s the new year treating you so far? For me it’s been pretty quiet, though the year is packed with possibilities… One of those possibilities is writing more; I am officially setting the goal of posting one piece a week — so expect more from me! 

What’s with me and starting the year with rather unhappy pieces? Maybe it’s just purging myself of the stress of the year… But anyway, something that came to me last night. 

I try to pretty my voice with flow’ry metaphors
And catch your attention with clever rhymes
But I can’t hear the music playing
And without that I’m lost

So many people hear songs in life
The mixed up rhythms of day to day
While I’m trapped in words roboticized
Stretched beyond sincerity
Where not everyone can reach

I long for the life of a lyricist
Who can capture a life in a minute or two
And send it out to the masses
Who think themselves the writer

It’s one thing to study the masters
Another to live your life and capture it
Bottle it and send it off
To loved ones and strangers

How can I succeed when others tell my story
Better than I?

And tell it so prettily –
In syllables like waves
Both predictable and unexpected
In their undulating flow

Oh, if only I heard the music
If only you could touch my soul
Would you
Could you
Teach me your music?
I need it to feel whole