I cried at a poetry reading tonight. I cried. At a poetry reading. It bears repeating because, seriously who actually cries at a poetry reading? I don’t even like poetry, really. It’s anarchy and chaos makes me nervous.
I don’t read poetry very often. I read it a lot in college when I used to [...]

i have met my one true love, its name is swivel glide vision
for so long i have searched for love
for that one thing that would make all this cleaning
nonsense make sense
and now i have found it
its name is swivel glide vision and i love it.
-jachromey

in honor of national poetry month, i present you with: Edge by Sylvia Plath
The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at [...]

i now own proper funeral attire. i will wear black. this, if you know me, is quite unusual. i do not wear black, i don’t look good in black, but it only seems fitting (and because i don’t mourn long, i bought this racy little red thing that i can’t wait to have a reason [...]

ed. note: i think i wrote this some time in 1994 or it might have been 1993, anyway in college. i wrote it about jeff johnson. yeah. please, notice the line blatantly stolen from a soul asylum song and i think one of those is from a duran duran song. but i could be wrong. [...]