Tell Me A Story

A Poet's Journey

New beginnings should always involve an element of the unattainable as inspiration.

 

Feedback of Desire

I want to crack an egg on your ass, fix your chipped nail polish, read those poems you never finished, even the ones that aren’t about...

Reckoning

In a private room, a woman works tirelessly, altering damaged clothing. There are pants for a man who wants to hide scars, a vest for a...

The Trouble With Trespassing

I like the woman I met. She did not know I'd need everything packaged in familiar paper. I knew destiny had a margin of delusion but...

Vacation From Mercy

I gesture and you nod. I say pen and you say no, thank you. I want to talk but watch your edges crackle when I say company and soften...

Blue Ritual

Pick an hour of the day, either at the beginning or end, and write down that hour on a sheet of paper. This paper should be folded and...

The Boulevard Has No Saint

FRAY You find something. You think of yourself as prepared but you never knew exactly what for until now. You realize it when you brush...

An Understanding of The Highway

She says yes sometimes when she wants to say no but you hope that this isn't one of those times. It's cold outside and she has goose...

Waterlogged

beginning here is a promise to breathe underwater where laughs emit bubbles break the surface; when you clasp hands and touch tongues...

No News Today

Dear N~ There’s no news today. I’m telling you now for fear you might not read this ‘til later. I’d be none the wiser to missing...

I Sat Down and Cried at The Pigalle Metro Stop

From a street nearby, I wrote you letters. For months they were kept in a box near the door, stacked up and waiting. I wish I knew where...

The Impracticability Of Silence

A bird doesn't say you know that and I never told you. You must know by now. I have tried quiet smiles. I wish I told you but. You know...

Stubborn Pigeon

Facts are facts and we see them on paper. When we turn the pages, we know it's the right thing to do. In the advertisement one handle of...

Are You There, Bird?

#soul #mirrorreflection #bird #trust #faith #resusitate #dream #blink #JKS #Naropa #2012 #poet #angelastubbs #nicknames #blink #heartopen...

The Indigo Hour

There is a couch where you sit in the evening. It is covered in blue suede and a hiccup. It looks Victorian and feels safe. Your head...

Miscommunication Is Nice

The words are there for the taking. You handed them over yellow and awake so I might get to know you better. I gave you a series of...

It Is Not Appropriate

She is covered in green and yellow patches, bruised from the weight of words. They emerge in fragments and phrases and cover her body....

Closing Not Locking

You waved a degree well above her yard-stick, knowing how to connect dots sans yellow number two, as if you'd channeled her thoughts...

All Lines Point To It

1. No accidents 2. No alcohol 3. No asking 4. No bonding 5. No commiserating 6. No details 7. No difference 8. No flexibility 9. No gifts...