Yellow Goodbye


learning the mid-tones: the high-spirit, low-spirit spectrum. swept in the whoosh of color and painting myself to match. creating a language for expressing feelings. over the years i developed this distrust for the color yellow, because of the false promise of feeling momentarily better and bright. i would always find depression grinning again. Continue reading



DSC_1623.JPGAnd just like that, three generations of pink cardigans walked North on Normandie Ave. This strange sense of timing and placement washed my mind as I continued along the sidewalk. The randomness of people shuffling by felt oddly calculated. I have no idea who they were or where they were headed but visually I was completing some strange image. Somedays remind you more than others of your very presence in this world. Impact. Moments happen for a reason. And I suppose today I needed an extra reminder. I wandered back to my apartment with my head dizzy from thinking. I seemed to be repeating “this guy.” This guy. This guy. And I don’t know if it’s my Midwestern accent or a momentary sore throat, but it started to sound like “the sky.” The sky. The sky. This color calming intuition. The blue above reminds me of you. The result: this poem.


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feeling like a crumb cake. velutinous limbs like sugar intimate to spoiling. those bits that even mouse whiskers hover and hesitate. a flustered frenzy of sandy toes across floorboards. settle in the ridges of maple. waves of soapy hiccups. buttered sweet corn in my smile. glaciate my head with numbing fireflies. suffuse their rippling wings to my skull. stolen dopamine. a set of silken balloons subsist somewhere within central whirl.  Continue reading