Tag: milwaukee
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The things I do for content..
Today, that was getting sunsick. Emerson and I went to a bookshop downtown after our original plans fell through, and I got…kind of irradiated making a video while I was waiting for him to finish up inside. I have to be awake at 10 AM tomorrow for writer’s group and I did not nap today…
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I finally figured out how to get pages on this site back to where I need them to be.
I apologize for any inconvenience if y’all were trying to read Lavender and Scissors or access any of the other pages on this site. I fucked them up a few nights ago and have been trying to resolve the issue pretty much nightly since. Yay, I love learning new things on the fly! In other…
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Emerson and I went to see a reading of a play at County Clare Irish Pub tonight.
It was simultaneously very funny but also very emotionally heavy, and I took a much needed smoke break towards the end of it. Two girls were discussing their guy drama and I told them to just be bold and also trust their gut because we live in a hellscape. I told them that that’s how…
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Peak Milwaukee queer culture is
slipping off for a smoke at the ER in below freezing weather and smoking in the deserted, practically flash frozen garden dressed in at least two layers (including your Carhartt coat, which you got from one of your kindest exes and is two sizes too big for you, even now) until you can’t feel your…
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I wrote this early this morning. I’m very proud of it.
I’ve spent too much timewrapped around the axle of your love three “I wish I didn’t miss you” winters soured I am regretfully tightly wound and solemnevery day’s a funeral and I break the cold ground hours before daybreak this is one burial that is long overdue I don’t hate this city I have come…
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I wrote this early this morning. I’m very proud of it.
I’ve spent too much timewrapped around the axle of your love three “I wish I didn’t miss you” winters soured I am regretfully tightly wound and solemnevery day’s a funeral and I break the cold ground hours before daybreak this is one burial that is long overdue I don’t hate this city I have come…
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I wrote this early this morning. I’m very proud of it.
I’ve spent too much timewrapped around the axle of your love three “I wish I didn’t miss you” winters soured I am regretfully tightly wound and solemnevery day’s a funeral and I break the cold ground hours before daybreak this is one burial that is long overdue I don’t hate this city I have come…
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“answer”
I could ask my body what will I do when it has fallen and regardless of which side I try and coax, pry, cajole, or beat an answer from –the deaf side or the silent one, the answer is always the same: it already has. sixteen percent of my brain died before I was a…
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I wrote this based on a conversation I had with a cool fellow poet after Poets’ Monday last week.
“fog kisses” the lake visits me and gives me little fog kissesas she’s been doing since before the housereached out its unforgiving arms and swallowed methey caress my skin and turnthe street lights into stage lightsevery turn on the drive home is a perfectly framedwork of art I once called her my wife many years…