In case you care — thoughI doubt you will — I want to sayI forgot what I wanted toGoogle when I woke upthis morning. I’d lain awakea few times last nightobsessively wondering but notwanting to expose my eyesto blue light. I awokethis morning, tired and sore,kept up by my mindas usual wanting to know,when learning…
Author: ArtRoot's Writer-In-Residence
The ArtRoot Writer-In-Residence (WIR) project is an initiative founded by ArtRoot, a collaboration of artists and arts advocates who are determined to reinvigorate Racine, WI through the arts. This project is supported by the Racine Literacy Council, and funded through a generous grant from the Osborne & Scekic Family Foundation.
This project seeks to spotlight Racine and Kenosha’s dynamic literary community while encouraging, supporting, and advocating on behalf of writers at all stages of their careers.
On Seeing Cezanne’s “Pines and Rocks”
branches fracture sky
Weekend Commute
the wind dies arounda corner where you could light your cigarette withoutthat newspaper, wet,minutes before the trainadvances toward uswith a wave of sprayand we all hatchinto our positionsand hold them, as rockskeep their shape withthe smallestfidgets untiljust after our arrival
November Rain
“No one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today.” – Guns n’ Roses A sad song, perhaps, this,that dapples sidewalks with,in each stroke of rain,leaves, yellow devils,to menace usamong the few fallengreen too early. Each leaf (or more) tumblesinto their soft scatterof paper voicesfrom treetops, down shinglesamong the still-spry clover,and over vermillion bricksin a late chorus…
Faustian Sentences p. 3
we put together
thoughts
like good TV
to pull quick
against a profile
of guilt at
every detail
Faustian Sentences p.2
The series of short verses “Faustian Sentences” were written while inpatient for mental health concerns. Each sightof handshanding over meds in papercups takesa sleight of mind stolen from timespent alonewhen each of us is judgedby the juryof our fears. * inside ofone momentthe day plungesinto glare and the tremorswe call plansretreatinto machines * three days…
Faustian Sentences, p. 1
we speak at times
to no one
and at others
to ourselves
words that cover
what’s between us
and the absence
never there
even if they seem
like what they are
or if they are
what they do not
Funny Cake
His kids kept asking for funny cake on the drive up. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he promised it anyway.
Sometimes Love is as Dangerous as Love
For two blocks after she stepped off the city bus, she felt her father watching from the upstairs window. He would be half scrolling with his gun in his lap, she thinks. He can’t stop thinking about her sister and what she’d been through. He can’t let it happen again. A girl shouldn’t be alone,…
Dream
i dreamt
i like you
like i do
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