January 2012
2 posts
standard dissolution
your head lay in my lap, we
were draped across the couch
a coupl’a hand-me-down throw blankets,
in the background your comforter
spun in the ticking dryer.
in us, handmade quilts
disguise our walls,
the ancient oriental rugs of
our thick hurt
the mounting aches, mounted
too long to let go
these museums of
our “Everyday Use”, yes
all those who everyday used...
How disposed Christmas trees remind me of my...
barely stepping off the porch
the neighbor shifts the massive pine
into the air
it lands—
neck nestled in the curb
the branches collapse in a wave
except one, bare and bent
and different
thrusting its bone into the cold
of the morning.
December 2011
7 posts
A poem for yous.
This is for the first time
in a hot tub.
For the top bunk when
my room was still green
Naive at 21, flicking
the turn signal at Frederick boulevard
that sort of happened, didn’t it?
For hats coming off, by accident.
For knuckles brushing, by accident.
For two minutes, by accident.
For please stops not working.
For rusted over eyelids.
For a heart clutched in the palm of some...
For my brother
I’m back home
where the world is lined
and patterned in crisp ceramic squares,
where neon lights drape “America”
in familiar logos,
and the neighbors hustle quickly
down the sidewalk
with their bags
and bags
and bags.
It’s Christmas Josh
and the limbs of my artificial tree
remain unbent.
I find myself thinking about peace—
peace, peace;
the falling echo...
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Acceptance Speech
There are certain things to thank like:
the plastic laminate on my first library card
for lasting, Grandma’s hips which
gave unto my waterbed as
the Little Golden books spilled from her lips,
my tiny ears which jarred them like preserves.
I have to thank the lack of earplugs
while crickets and toads gossiped
at night, the view of the moon
on a rusted rooftop resting between
the...
Sidewalk
The basket of suburban living:
Catcher of 2:15 in the morning,
the vomit and Fucks of the bar fodder,
littered by the emptied stomachs
of youth; the smudged chalk portraits and
freely abandoned trikes, feces
and flies, the venue for garbage buffets.
Sanctuary of sneakers,
Of scraped knees, a home
for orphaned oak leaves,
the open casket for summer’s
suicide, the greens of gutted...
Laughter,
The loudest whisper ever—
mouth agape with
stairwell teeth,
it rumbles from the throat,
boulders down the steps, the
slip n’ slide:
a thousand...
Wisdom
Long, it spins in the gulf
sucking clouds,
stirring up the sky, it gathers—
a braiding of hawks
over your continent.
July 2011
1 post
Past Conversation
Sing to me, oh memory
of the small things:
the obnoxious cruch of gravel as I
pulled into your drive,
the hiss of the grocer’s freezer
as we perused Ben & Jerry’s,
the whimper of your dog
while he dreamt and shook
between our wrestling hearts,
or talk about the familiar flap of
his tail against the walls
in the hallway when I showed up late
to find your body
...
June 2011
2 posts
happy pie. :)
blah blah blah….BLAH!
May 2011
1 post
Call me Gretel
I document all the new things I’m doing
online. You’re never on
my mind which explodes with
new ideas all the time. Now
I’m a newly published poet, ironic
that first poem, a shot poured straight
from the bottle of booze that is my heart.
A poem about how you didn’t love me.
A fish that loved a bird.
How silly is that? I wish it
weren’t true. I wish fish...
August 2010
8 posts
Friend: well there is something between just having sex and loveing somebody
Me: yes. i hate that place.
sometimes I feel like my life is intent on drowning me.
I’m just someone in a summer town Standing by the old beach house where we stood outside and sang out loud Now I shiver like a ghost I remember the time that we drew a crowd and I told you everything I knew in one manic rushing line I wonder now if I’m the kind that you’d leave behind Cause after Halloween Everything starts fading I’m losing everyone I go down like...
%&$*
Every woman is thinking it and I’ll just go ahead and say it.
So…you meet a guy…you hit it off. He doesn’t ask you for your number.
Typically I’d be like “Ok, whatever, he just wasn’t into it.”
Then the guy decides to contact you via myspace/facebook/twitter….
ATTN: MEN…What the fuck is this??? As it is I see two options A.) Grow a...
July 2010
26 posts
I want to do something nice for my mama today.
“When I was a child, I wanted to be an actor, but I had really bad buck teeth. I...”
– James Franco
“I worked at a McDonald`s drive-through. I could always tell when girls were...”
– James Franco
A glimpse into the world of serving tables.
Guest: Well….I’m in town for a week…maybe we could go to the 17th street theme park or something..
Me: how old are you?
Guest: 17
Me: and…darlin…just how old do you think I am?
Guest: 18…19??
Me: 24
Guest: ohh..ohhh I’m so sorry miss!
“You’ve got one life; live it. Follow your dreams, quit your job, drop out of...”
– Jared Leto (submitted by staraflur) (via quote-book)
“Loving someone means taking the risk that they might fuck up your nicely ordered...”
– Mark Haddon (via littlemiss)
“If you believe in yourself and with a tiny bit of magic, all your dreams can...”
– Spongebob Squarepants (via sandelina) (via quote-book)
“A fashionable woman is always in love - with herself.”
– La Rochefoucauld | (via StaroftheSea) (via quote-book)
“You’re mad. Bonkers. Off your head. But I’ll tell you a secret - all the best...”
– Alice in Wonderland (2010) (via quote-book)
single?
There comes a time when a longterm single is forced to question their singledom. Did I miss something? Maybe I didn’t give so-and-so enough of a chance. Maybe I didn’t call whats-his-face when I should have called. Maybe I slept with what-cha-call-him too soon and scared him off.
There is a misconception that singles don’t care about love. That they are “too...
now women know that men KNOW.
Greg Harrup Women want to be loved…cherished and adored…they want a guy who is sweet and funny but has the capacity to be serious…they need great conversation and a certain level of intellect..they want to be held and comforted..they need a man who makes them feel safe..a strong man not just physically but emotionally..they don’t always want doors opened for them but...
A Writer Searching the World from his Bedroom:... →
LAYER 1: ABOUT ME.
Name: Elizabeth “lizzie pie” Dwyer Birth Date: June 13th 1986 Current Location: the living room couch/futon/my little sisters bed Hair Color: fuschia. Righty/Lefty: righty, but I like to believe that I’m ambi. LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE. Your fear:not being utterly adored by everyone. Your dream of the perfect date: a picnic on a hot air balloon. then your...
Plans for the day
1. Go for a run scale mount everest (in a single bound)
2. Laundry become poet loriet.
3. Lunch create five star menu.
4. Work save the universe.
keeping it original.
I'm a narcissist.
My mom tells me that I’m never going to meet my future husband at a bar.
My mom doesn’t understand that I don’t go to bars to meet men. I go to bars to be gawked at and fawned over and give away my number to complete strangers so that they can call and text and get no response…all so I can sleep soundly that night with a belly full of alcohol+reassurance that I’m...
Last night I had birthday shots with a 31 year old woman. In a drunken sway, she kept saying over and over again how old she was and it really got me thinking…
I used to be one of those people super comfy with being a wild-single-party-girl into my thirties (when I say “used to be” I mean like yesterday before I met this woman). Now, I’m not so sure I want to be...
Chef Boyardee.
Destiny and I just agreed that though past grocery aisle temper tantrums might insinuate otherwise…anything chef boyardee is disgusting. It’s true, Mom. The only reason we ever really wanted it was because you firmly objected. There’s something disturbing about those perfectly circular meatballs anyway.
So I guess this has me thinking
Will we always want things just because...
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
I want to go to Disney World.
March 2010
0 posts
sorrys stuck
to the roof
my whiskied mouth
gummy tongue
fat and parched
for your
acid spit
pop
sizzle slow
tuck me in
that sticky web you spin.
February 2010
1 post
so. freakin. typical.
December 2009
6 posts
“I remember back then thinking:
Easy comes but doesn’t stay, what comes...”
– Jimmy Eat World