Little Gift: a poem

Why must I treat a little gift as such a burden?Pocket-sized notebook sitting on the shelf I picture my brother, wandering a storeSpotting itCarrying itBuying itWrapping itGiving itThinking of me the whole time And how do I thank him?By using it as a dust collectorBetter start writin!

~4.5 Billion Years: a poem

I make the grass growI make the wind blowI paint the sky with colored rainbowsI mark the ground with people’s shadows I bring you the dawnAnd leave you the nightYou wanted to seeSo I gave you some light I help you grow foodI help out your moodI make your skin feel nice and warmI wasContinue reading “~4.5 Billion Years: a poem”

Just Emigrated: a poem

Need a bank account to get paidNeed a tax number to get taxedNeed a job to get a tax numberTax office needs a start date to give me a tax numberJob needs my tax number before they’ll give me a start date Uh-oh! Bank account will close soon with no tax numberWho on God’s greenContinue reading “Just Emigrated: a poem”

Productivity: a poem

Permanently pursuing productivityPainfully punishing pausesWait, why would we want worth woundup with work? Security? Safety? Sensibility? Constantly creating contentCulling creative conviction Take a break for just one secondAh, isn’t this nice?