On falling asleep on the couch after part of a beer

It is just too hot
To drive to a swimming hole.
That is my excuse.

Blove (web + log + love)

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In Memoriam

Haiku for Barbecue Day

i'm that little guy
walking home all by himself
wishing you were here

Phuck the pharmacia

I'm detoxing from antidepressants right now. It's pretty rough.

move over, bro

Haiku for the Internet

new favorite blog
sorry, stories about prince
i'll always love you

Touch-a touch me

I am realizing lately how important physical contact is for my well-being. I am realizing this because I am experiencing it a lot less than I used to, and when I do I really notice the shift.

In which I recycle a Facebook status update

This is the haiku version of my Facebook status two days ago. It still applies.

Haiku for May 14, 2013

i feel sorry for 
y'all who don't get periods. 
(buffy season six)

I can make even spring sound depressing.

I think this is the seed (see what I did there?) of what will be a longer poem about how growth is also loss, how there is a grieving that comes with any change, a moment of giving up the potential for the actualization of the thing. But because I am afraid of writing nature poetry, I will have to badass it up with swears. Because, as we have shown, that is how that is done.

Mourning the tight seed
What is this tender chaos
Sprung from a dark bed?

Springtime in the woods

What it sounds like outside my bedroom window from sunset to sunrise, without a single break

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! 
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!  
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! 

Baby, you were born this--SHUT UP!

Making peace

Haiku for the last few days

Going separate ways
Hope you make peace with your ghosts
All my ghosts are me

Ramblin' Guy

Yesterday was a day with no plans. I just did what I did.

A walk to the farmer's market, some housework, a leisurely drive with a friend and their dog, spontaneous dinner-making with another friend, finding myself on the bottom of a kitten pile, and watching boring TV in an overcrowded bed.

In which our hero ponders the parent-appropriateness of this blog

My dad would totally not let me go to sleep last night. It was super cute. We were chatting on Facebook. (His mother's health is declining, and he has feelings.) I haven't shared this blog with him yet (or many people, really) because I don't want to censor myself. Rejection is real, people, and it hurts. But I'd like to think I am growing into taking more risks and being more vulnerable with those I care about.

Haiku for April 30, 2013

"Are you writing much?"
(Should I let my dad see this?)
"Just some short pieces."