Three Poems
CL Bledsoe & Michael Gushue
In the far-flung depths of the future, historians
will look back to this day and say, "This
is where it all went wrong."
In the far-flung depths of the future, historians
will look back to this day and say, "This
is where it all went wrong."
My perverse compassion had destroyed all traces of a once-in-a-lifetime trip.
A Tribe Called Quest
We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service
Released: November 11, 2016
Label: Epic Records
Length: 61 minutes, 16 songs
All of my favorite people are
She needs a quick blowout, so I comb and press her golden hair until is a sheer curtain fluttering around a face thrown open to love.
When I am not exercising or performing space walks or cleaning or developing vehicle software, I watch the sun rise 16 times a day.
I had written a few aborted short stories before, but really I specialized in aborted novels.
Because you find it interesting and want it analyzed without the burden of being analyzed yourself.
This guy’s old school, Roselli says to me over the phone, real old school. How old school can you be, I’m thinking, in a sport that’s already run its course in just a few years.
As the real world feels increasingly devoid of magic, we are correct to admire those writers who attempt to interject some magic back into it.
I think ten t-shirts would be too many to write about, but I’m perversely hoping that twenty-two is somehow not too many. A writer can, I think, pass beyond “too many” or “too much” to a sense of rightness or aptness. The paradox: More than too much is sometimes not too much.
I can't in good conscience watch a sixteenth season of Big Brother.
I'm going to abandon everything / after this poem
Violette moved away from Calvin toward a group of rhododendrons.
Calvin felt calm.
He thought about God.
[victory lobe]
tiny towns or a dog could keep me pleased
for six months, then I’d wear felt triangles
look like December, have needles on me
molt on the plane to the