NaPoWriMo Day 24


You could say I’ve “Got a thing about trains”

They say you sound of silver
of loneliness and loss
but in your tone is freedom
gilded open tracks and trails
Of ballast stone and ties
carry me to bigger skies
long and tall, carry this girl
to forgotten halls and haunts
Now I’d like to see my country
and I’d love to see the world
from the iron hooveless horse
who’s brays are silver lovers’ loss.

NaPoWriMo Days 22 and 23

Hello all, my day was filled with the renewing of the Atheist and Agnostic Society‘s blog, for my club here at ISU, and I didn’t get a chance to publish my poem. So, double feature!

blood moon

Twenty Two

The skinner in the shadows draws his curved-bladed knife
and sets it to motion, shaving away years of scarred flesh
the dull color of muscle in his shadow
comes to view as he peels back her features
to remove years takes hours, for even him
this celestial brutality, reveals his dark work
when the blood drips down the face of that bright Earthen child
she gazes back at us, naked, her warmth illuminating
not the skin that we know, but a russet scabbing
But in time, it is shed,
that which shows no mark
on this so damaged skin
when the blood has dried
and light reaches her again.


Twenty Three

Does reality escape you?
So that even in hating you must justify your fallacies
misrepresentation is a game to you
hope and happiness pawns in your game of power.

NaPoWriMo Day 21 (with EMS)

I’ve been putting more thoughts to my future as the semester draws to a close, and I’m reconsidering my timing. I want to join peace corps, I know that, but when? After my doctorate? Or my masters? As soon as I graduate? Well… it’s out there, waiting.

What’s Waiting

The world is waiting, out there now
to light my fire when it’s been blown out
I may know when and I do know how
I have the body to do work and knowledge to endow.

peace corps

Special fun extra day for the blog, I’m posting my poem and Elsa’s together!! Here is the much awaited next installment to Elsa’s ‘Modern Sonnets’:


Twenty One

Today’s a day that I was sick.
I have a lot to do,
But couldn’t do a thing but snooze
To rid myself of stomach ick.

Today’s a day I missed my class,
And now there’s more to do,
But I’m afraid tonight I’ll snooze
And, getting nothing done, won’t pass.

Today I had a lot of time
To finish my assignments,
But then, in my own self-confinement,
Just slipped into slumber sublime.

EMS 19th and 20th

ems 19

Happy, happy Easter Eve!
Oh, Crap! And some marshmallows
Happy fun with good fellows
(My family’s who I mean)

Happy, Joyous Saturday!
Fun with Grandma, fun with Rae!

ems 20


Happy Easter! Let’s have fun
And celebrate God’s only Son.

Risen from the grave today,
Candy we eat, games we play.

Happy, Joyful, He who died,
He who once was crucified.

Risen for to save our souls,
Here to love and make us whole.

Happy Easter, celebrate
God, whose love for us is great.

EMS Day 18

Ah, a guest appearance of my own work here. (I wrote a few of these lines)

ems 18

Clarinet’s warmed up, reeds are good,
I’ve done my long tones like I should.
Who knew that I would feel so well prepared?
For years I’ve practiced in fishbowls
To reach my clarineting goals.
But I don’t know what to do with my hair!

I won’t get to play Copland,
Which isn’t what I’d planned,
I’ll just have them put Stravinsky on my stand!

‘Cause for the first time in forever,
I can finally relax.
For the first time in forever,
With my sister, melt some wax.

Don’t know if I’m indifferent or tired
But I’m not nervous at all!
‘Cause for the first time in forever
I won’t live in music hall.

I can’t wait to play for everyone! [gasp]
What if my brothers actually come?

Tonight, imagine me, gown and all,
Playing in the recital hall,
The music of sophisticated grace!

I suddenly see him sitting there,
Unmanly blonde, my brother’s hair!
Did he bring chestnuts or a chocolate cake?

But then we’ll play a game this evening,
Seven Wonders or Catan.
I could build science, but the wars rage on!

‘Cause for the first time in forever
I can put off practicing!
For the first time in forever,
I can dance and sleep and sing!

And I know it is totally crazy
To think my work is done,
But for the first time in forever
I can just have fun.

Don’t let them in, don’t let them hear.
How can you recite, but have no fear?
Conceal, don’t feel, put on a show
Play one wrong note and everyone will know.

But today I’m standing tall (Today I’m standing tall)
No agony at all (No agony at all)
Stagehands, please just open up the hall! (The hall)

For the first time in forever, (Don’t let them in, don’t let them hear)
I’m getting what I’m dreaming of, (How can you recite, but have no fear?)
A chance to pass my undergrad, (Conceal)
To continue what I love (Conceal, don’t feel, don’t miss a note)

No one will be here tomorrow,
So it has to be today!
‘Cause for the first time in forever,
For the first time in forever,
It’s recital day!

EMS – Catching Up 16 17

ems 16


Rehearsing the Copland,
It soon was discovered
The piece was just too much
For my accompanist to learn
In time.
As such,
The work’s been taken
Off the program
Replaced by Stravinsky.
And though I’ve worked so hard,
The concerto
Was not
To be.

ems 17


Working for tomorrow,
All my practicing’s prepared me.

I’ve won a competition
My term paper, Nitsinixki.

After homework, I will sleep
Then wake, my time well spent.

Perform my concert, travel home
With family, content.

EMS – Catching Up 14 15

ems 14

let’s build a fort-een!
Disney channel shows are For teens!




EMS 15


Tuesday’s the day for a poem of sorts—
The sort you might write with a band of cohorts,
But, lo! Careful, now! Or you’ll end up with warts
From the gloobly, bloobly, Jinka-mo-quartz!

The monster I’ve mentioned lives deep in the ground,
Gobbling up youngsters wherever they’re found,
Digesting souls and cavorting about
To the rhythm of drums of the musical trout.

Its fishy friends chant ancient hymn-songs of old,
Of monsters of silver, of monsters of gold,
Of monsters of pyrite, but not one could hold
A candle to our beast, so great to behold.

At noon it emerges, well-rested and fed
On children who from careless parents were led
To the brute’s flow’ry meadow, where soon they’d be dead
For no single one of them ever has fled.

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