Poetry + rock climbing
I mentioned to my friend Ben that I’d once recited Longfellow’s Wreck of the Hesperus while soloing the First Flatiron and recorded it by using an iPhone strapped ghetto go-pro […]
Ways We Deal With A Twisted Heart: Merope
I remember the first time I wished my heart would explode. I was thirteen years old and tired of running. The initial inspiration came from a little blonde girl who […]
In the Desert
Reblogged from *novapops | stay imperfect*: In The Desert from Just Rite Media on Vimeo. The desert air refreshes as it sweeps away the dust of other realities, scrubs you […]
Never Jealous: Part 7
“There is this little pine tree by my father’s house. It grows on a crumbling hillside, just grasses all around. The earth beneath it is red and sandy, and full […]
Never Jealous: Part 6
Oh, this darkness just creeps on and on. It sticks to everything, tarry, obstinate. And then there’s the quiet. Aren’t cities supposed to have lights and sirens, and general buzzing […]
Never Jealous: Part 5
He’s not sure which way to turn. The road is stretching out so flat, and the desert looks the same north as south. East as west. Back as forward. His […]
Flashback Spoken Word: “Scar me”
I wrote this piece when I was 17 or 18. About five minutes ago I read and recorded it. Some things change, some things don’t. In eleven years, I certainly […]
Never Jealous: Part 4
Time rewinds and positions are reassumed. It’s like the act ended, set break was called, everyone left the stage, went off to do their own thing for an hour—drink some […]
Morning fridge poetry
Never Jealous: Part 3
The bar was dark, as bars often are, and it stank of stale beer. How do people ever end up getting laid this way? Vista had thought to herself. How […]
