Well, I am good for many things. At times,
when I’m bumped into I relax up to
the edges of my bubble, so the next
time that soul needs some human touch to ground
Category: Social-Emotional Development
on again off again first
isn’t there something comforting
about everything you ever wanted,
unsure if the high was betrayed or best conveyed
by the crash—
Measuring Cup
Left, right, fingers and toes,
climbing up through kitchen drawer
handles— just the daily grind
when you’re only four—
helping bake by eating the quarter
cup of flour given to you, helping
yourself to the dish of butter,
sticky-fingered, when they turn their
Redpoint
He asked me where I was planning to go
to accomplish the climbing route.
He beamed, called me sweetly simple.
I’d snapped at him, “Up.”
Saved Reel
The baby lemur’s back already
lies against his elder’s stomach,
but he gives a light tug
at their sensitive face,
Misunderstand
I’m tired of passing people the ball
and watching them place it in their court,
Force of Nature
As the wind whittles my bark,
carves my trunk,
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Carefree, seeking pleasure, full of hormones,
bent on banter. Crashing towards, orbiting,
or straddling our fuel—no center. What
is gravity? Can’t hold us down, or back. Just
Take Your Time (cowriter: Benjamin Bush)
How clear is your mind’s eye?
Does yours zero in on your trove of wisdom?
My turf is confusion.
Facing chaos, while threatens despair
and narratives unravel.
How comfortable am I,
in labyrinth—
all I’ve known,
Variety Assigned
The schoolmaster shoved a smorgasbord
of poems down our throats, so that we would know
that poems can be anything so poems can be good,
even possible. But I’ve swallowed too many
Alphabet Ravine 