Tag: noticing poem

• is that word alive

  AI trained on human souls

  yet their words taste like

  pink plastic left

  in the sun too long

  I’d like to think I can tell

  when words don’t have a body

  like scraping the knee

  on the playground asphalt

  or bumping the funny bone

  or drinking water underneath

  scorching sun

  

  2026.03.27

• loving gaze

  Where it began: stilt houses

  Skeletal remains emerging

  from algae-green pools

  Awe blooming at heart level

  for faded places, forgotten

  I whisper “thank you for open eyes”

  now I lovingly see

  crooked barns

  crumbling factories

  boarded-up businesses

  debris piles left behind

  wild-torn houses

  places hold people, hold stories…

  and now no one is left

  to tend to these places,

  they were once a flurry of

  motion, aliveness, everyday mundanity

  now no one bothered

  to even tear them down

  burn remains

  memorialize their time here

  honor what was

  

  2026.03.26

• early afternoon

  12:34 

  while my daughter screams

  “I’M SO LUCKY”

  she found a quarter on the porch

  I think about 

  rollerblading because

  I don’t remember ever

  deciding to stop

  my son wants to eat a whole

  pizza for lunch

  the porch door is open

  I lay on the couch

  as that’s what I usually do

  I’ve bought so many 

  books and courses

  hoping to learn how to do things

  placing my trust

  in anyone’s hands but

  my own

  

  2026.03.25