• dear poetry commented on the post, delve 5 years, 11 months ago

    delve is a mechanic in magic: the gathering. i’m not sure what it does, but some people say it’s very powerful. the people who say it’s powerful understand the game. most other people look at you funny when you talk about the mechanics of spells.

  • i don’t like people who claim to be irreverent. irreverent people don’t need to claim things, they just act the way they do and other people tag them with the word. a similar annoying sub-species is the hippie mamma who is always telling you how weird she is.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, meow 5 years, 12 months ago

    i don’t like cats, except the hairless variety. at least, i thought i did. turns out i’m allergic to them as well. i imagine they’re pretty swell if they don’t make your eyes swell every time you get close, but most things would be better if not for little incongruities.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, backlit 6 years ago

    backlighting is hard, if you’re a painter. contrast is reduced and the sillhouette becomes king. i don’t much like it. i’d rather paint eyes and noses instead of vague areas of contrast. when done right, the subject looks angelic.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, gamer 6 years ago

    i’m a gamer. i play magic every weekend. this weekend wizards of the coast released a new set of cards. marcus and i went down to the local shop and played in the tournament. we won a bunch of packs and even took 3rd place! i hope he still likes me. sometimes it seems like he doesn’t.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, steady 6 years ago

    i’ve never been too steady, but this one time, in alaska, on this fishing boat, we had to tie the boat to the dock. i had to get out and run along a log, wrapping the ropes around the pylons. water was pouring down from the dock above. when a stream of water hits your rain suit your initial reaction is to look up and get soaked. i didn’t. i was…[Read more]

  • dear poetry commented on the post, arthritis 6 years ago

    they say i have arthritis. in my knees. because of the chron’s. this summer, i couldn’t walk up and down stairs. i got stuck downtown in the h and m, trying to climb the stairs. trying to look cool. in the end i scooted down on my butt and hobbled out to the bus.

  • my friend jordan is writing his thesis. it’s about religion and things having to do with god. i used to believe in god, YHWH, Jehovah. now i’m not so sure. it’s seems possible that something made everything, but i no longer have the faith to write a thesis.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, shoulder 6 years, 2 months ago

    i wish my shoulders were broad, like robbie’s. i think i’d get more ladies. robbie doesn’t, but i imagine i could leverage his physique into something special.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, simplify 6 years, 2 months ago

    for a while now i’ve been trying to cut things out of my life, to take time on the weekend to lay in the sun. it hasn’t gone so well. i always find a way to pack more into the down time. maybe it’s better that way. maybe it’s what i actually want.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, stories 6 years, 2 months ago

    i tell stories, about my friends and this crazy summer i had where i got sick and then the doctors pumped me full of steroids and i went crazy and started writing all these stories about my friends and this crazy summer i had where i got sick and then the doctors pumped me full of steroids and i went crazy and started writing all these stories…[Read more]

  • dear poetry commented on the post, dissolve 6 years, 2 months ago

    i saw this show once where a guy was driving an rv with a gas mask on. in the back was red goo, sloshing around as he frantically sped down a dirt road. someone had told me about the show, they said the goo in the back was a dissolved human being. i never watched that show again.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, crow 6 years, 2 months ago

    crows. i like them. they seem noble. sad that they are scavengers. also, bald eagles. and actors. pretty on the outside, but full of things other people have thrown away.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, planter 6 years, 2 months ago

    my grandpa was a planter, or a rancher, rather. he had to grow the food he fed to his cattle. his wife died this year, ten years ahead of schedule. now he’s alone in a home somewhere with nothing but his memory and the seasons.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, café 6 years, 3 months ago

    we sat there. it was our first date. i always took girls to coffee for the first date. i don’t drink coffee. i’ve never had a cup in my life, but it’s a good place to talk, the cafe. a good place to talk and plan and wonder and hope.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, creature 6 years, 3 months ago

    he was a teddy bear, with a heart of gold. he protected me from creatures, mostly witches, who lived under my bed. it was a waterbed, there wasn’t much space beneath it, but i felt safer having him around. he had a red cape. over the years i’ve had to replace that cape. only the teddy bear has survived.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, leverage 6 years, 3 months ago

    you could do that. but it would be a dick move. i’d suggest kindness as the surest path to victory, although many people have failed believing such things.

  • your shape compliments mine like triangles and hexagons. we fit. or used to. now time has passed and our lives have separated. i’m left alone. at work. passing time until i find someone else who fits my geometry.

  • dear poetry commented on the post, welfare 6 years, 3 months ago

    welfare well he said. i waved goodbye, my ship was leaving. i never saw him again. this is a story about my grandpa and the last time i saw him. he didn’t know who i was. dementia had taken him. he saw balloons in corners where there were no balloons and other things as well. i hope i see him again some day.

  • i already wrote about dashboard. i thought i would get another word. i hoped i would. i didn’t. now i can’t wait for tomorrow. i hope tomorrow’s word is icecream or maybe nebraska. or snow. i hope it snows tomorrow. i will call in sick to work.