cognitive flame

end

the whole poem-a-day thing didn't work out.

Day Eight

Lips smothered in rouge,
eyes hidden in ebony:
Femme fatale reborn.

cambridge, ma. vs

Day Seven

Glow-in-the-dark souls
burning with the innocence
of naive children.

pittsburgh, pa. jerry&katie.

Day Six

Leaves lie dead on trees,
and the wind nips at my nose:
Winter approaches.

boston, ma. common flower.

Day Five

[daydream of sleeping]
i'm wearing time delay goggles
and all thoughts are disconnected.
the hours keep passing, but i remain stagnant:
droid
void
empty&blank
silent
& sleep deprived.

gastonia, nc. martha rivers park.

Day Four

covering
his face
with
spackle
he watches
blood
splatter on
black paint
dancing on
white walls

gastonia, nc. injury.

Day Three

i sat on a bed
with my hands on my head
and said:

i can't calculate how long it will take to fall from the edge of the atmosphere

cambridge, ma. museum of science.

Day Two

there is a little man hiding in my pocketbook who lives off tictacs and tampons.
i bring him out now and then to entertain my friends
but he's rather shy.

                                                                           i don't know where he came from
                                                                           and i don't care.

i have a little man in my pocketbook
and you are JEALOUS of me

cambridge, ma. window.

Day One

driving
d.....roving
d.........rove
d...........roven
d...........rive
d.........riven
d......rived
droved         RIVEN to be
                                 to succeed
                                 (to impeed the progress of others for personal goals....
                                       to lose site of oneself...
                                             to forget the forgotten
                                                   and forfit the right to call me a failure)

pittsburgh, pa.  andy warhol museum.

Everyday. For a year.

Last week, I was fortunate enough to meet Suzan-Lori Parks, a Pulitzer Prize Winning author.  A few years ago, she undertook a massive project called "365 days, 365 plays," and wrote a play a day for a year.  Her project is now opening in 15 venues across the nation in mid-November.

I understand the value of doing something just to do it.  I was once a vegetarian for a year just to see what it was like.

I'm going to be a poet for a year, just to see what it's like.  I'm going to be a photographer for a year, just to see what it's like.

Welcome.  A poem a day, for a year.  A photo a day, for a year.  From November 4th, 2006 to November 4th, 2007.  This could get ugly....

(Special thanks to SLP, Dan, Dilan, Cibbo, and Mom)