I Love…
…writing poems no one will read …cookies dipped in coffee …hotel lobby breakfasts … My Chemical Romance …going out for breakfast …libraries and bookstores …stationary and office supplies …Star Wars …flowers …Fall Out Boy …concerts
Kelli Anna
Bindings
I’m still tied in your old knots.All of you. All of your ties.Soft velvet cracked old leather. { they chafe just the same } Ghost bindings made of wordsand indifference. Young mouthswith mature plans young handsbuilding sandcastles in folded time.…
I’m Tired
I’m tired of feeling like I have to hate things. I’m tired of living in a society I didn’t create full of asshole billionaires who are the only ones with enough money to create things. I’m tired of living in…
Rock and Roll as an Expression of Teenage Rebellion
Whatever teenage rebellion looked like before the mid 1950s, it was changed by the rise of car culture and the beginnings of what would eventually give voice to teenage angst through the decades – rock music. From the early rock…
I Am the Color of Mixed Metaphors
I am the dark blue of a tumultuous sea, black at the depths where despair has sunk like a rusting sea vessel. Once bouncing with hope on white caps, wind at its bow, sun on its decks, now lost to…
Election Thoughts
I understand that the Biden administration has been complicit in the genocide in Gaza. But Trump has said he will be worse. He has said he would bomb them into oblivion. We have only 2 choices in this election and…
Back to School
I went back to school on a whim. I had dealt with the crippling anxiety that had kept me from living my life for a decade. Everyday, I was driving my older daughter to the same community college I had…
Things I Don’t Say When People Ask How I Am
I’ve been living in fantasies/of love with Patrick Stump/I’m worried I have high blood pressure/I had to throw away the juice because I was worried it would kill me/I think you hate me/my life is slowly crushing me/under the weight…
We Are Made of Endings
I dreamt of endings. Frayed strands of yarn, a dead end road, storm clouds rolling out and giving way to blue, the check arriving on a scarred table in a pub at the end of the world. Every night the…
Penance for the Pain
The mirror was an old one, blackened with time, but Lucas could still make out his face in the dim light of the bedroom. He was hideous. His hair had thinned to streaks of an ink pen on a white…