Category Archives: poetry

II. I’d Like To Address The Following

-Good = Good

-Return, invest, offer hand-ups vs. hand-outs.

-Everything is good, particularly now.

-We don’t want to NOT have jobs!

-Why can’t we help our people here.

-Will we always criticize first?

-Why less is actually more

-Defending our generation

-The Creative Class

-We work in various fields

-I speak to music + tech, mobile, and the arts.

-Is the world really a scary place?

People are either evil or amazing.

-Why is there such an enormous fear of inadequacy?

-On breaking the status-quo

-On taking someone’s time to find myself (i don’t own my time)

-Being resistant to change

-Why change is critical!

-Working through change

-Being cynical about love

-Exposing vulnerability

-The need to speak

-You say you want to – then just do it already.

-On being strong and being afraid and being alone

-On never ending learning

-On harnessing energy

-On exercise, yoga, and the mind-body balance

-On “scheduling time to do great things”

-Being alone as an artist

-The social hermit dichotomy

-On being fringe

-Love isn’t real, or is it?

-Playing games to break norms

-Identity in different places

-Making Good Decisions.


The Ghosts on My Side

Photograph from Ace Hotel Palm Springs, 4/1/12

The ghosts on my side
had unfinished business in this place.
A card was pulled, the clock ran out
they hid me from the usher at the gate.

The moment of parity revealed itself
clouds parting in the middle of the night.
A super moon painted upon black ink
a startling wake with three-point-oh sight.

Foolish love, blind with lust
a misanthrope born to wait
choices run out when the roof caves in
a marigold blossom in a minimal place.

Timid earnings soft and sure
Miley Cyrus and success
stomach cramps and nausea
the drifting scent of baking bread.

full bowls and empty cups
arrows shooting from a weakened bow
clocks tick off moments of wanderlust
and another pull from down below.

Suburban Summer

Sprouted from similar boxes
that masked hard work and sacrifice
looks were put together from magazines
books helped them to name their babies.

A syndicated orchestra of the lawn mower contemporary
the comfortable, monotonous hum
competition for neon patches of an outstanding variety
encouraged drama at the community pool.

They said they mayor fell prey to scandal
and City Hall is where the teens taught Safety Town.
His son taught me to drive one night
dodging signs from a rusted truck of whimsy.

We had bonfires to roast our doubts
and celebrate myopic integrity
battling with ideas and singing popular music loudly
to offend the woman with diapers and mace.

She took me to a country club one sunny day
sparkling water and tennis
a rebel against direction that never came
adventure was a cruise ship vacation.

Proper English

Geometric Rooms by Esther Stocker

Phones, the post-modern frontal lobe
I deleted everything from it related to you
except for one voice message, the last one
it reminds me why it was worth all the fuss.

The events and rhythms of a season long revered
bring forth tiding and a sweet nostalgia for
remedy and restoration.

The things that occured to me last night included:

A.) I’d rather not be here
B.) Other superficial things I’d rather not say.

Us women enjoy the ability to jump to conclusions. It’s simple mental storyboarding of an alternate reality based on the perfections we’d prefer to see in any given scenario.

And I’d rather take on the failures of others
than become aware of my own.

but failures and heartbreak
like achievements and love
are badges worn with pride
war wounds defining our identity –
milestones to which we measure growth.

my dream of you in Boston, C
I couldn’t please you
I was never enough.
Only a fool pursues weapons that self-inflict.

it never occurred to us how tough it is
how negative and brusing
tender pieces of fruit are rarely sold
but mornings never mind.

When I was ready to leave
you were here, in my heart
I’m proud of the admittance
of a blissful ignorance in a slighted world.

A is for antidote
B is for benediction
C is for cost