1. "Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong at the end of a joke, you've lost the whole thing." -William Stanley Merwin

My poems vary as my emotions do, they range from happy memories to imaginary but terrible moments. The majority of them are memories I have of something that happened over and over again. The idea of repeating memories led me to play with the idea of repetition. I tried to use it in small portions so as not to overwhelm anyone. One of the overall themes in my poems is taking a happy moment and changing the tone. I try not to change the actually story but just the way or ways that it is told. This often leads to surprising, or twist-filled ending. This idea of having an ending that did not fit completely with the rest of the poem intrigued me. I was interested and so I decided to try it for at least some of my poems.

You will also notice that all of my poems are short pieces of work. They do not have many stanzas nor are there many lines in each stanza. This is because I prefer to keep things simple and to the point. My poems have little cryptic language if you know what it is that they are about. However if you do not it may be interpreted as cryptic, but that is simply because of the barrier of language between strangers. My poems do vary but also have overlying themes throughout


2. Memory Poem

The blue blanket with holes
rests over your seated body.
I climb into your lap
And you hug me.

Your arms are safety and love
But I can't see your face.
The safety
lets me go

I laugh
And tumble to the ground
Something of you
Holds on to me.

Something of you
Pulls a part of me
Away,
I've lost it.

I scream with joy
"My tooth,"
I laugh,
"It's gone!"

You stand up
and the blanket
falls to the ground
exposing your warm laughing face
I wrap myself in your arms

3. Riff Poem:
"But I hung on like death" -Theodore Roethke

There was a wind blowing
From the west
As you told me
But I hung on like death

The news hit me stronger from
your breath then the wind
at our backs
but I hung on like death

She's dead you whispered
your voice quiet
as rain
but I hung on like death

4. Ode to Books:

Soft paper warms
my fingers
As I rush my hands
down the lines

The story expands
in my mind
And I escape like
the smoke from a chimney

I rush my way through
the new world as the smoke
crowds the corners
of my brain

Soft paper warms
my nose
As I rush my face
through the smell of new fallen trees

Trees that have fallen
To allow new ones
to grow through
my mind

Paper used
to sprout
warm spring days
and cold winter nights

Soft paper warms
my throat
as I rush the air of words
into my mind and lungs

The air from worlds
like Narnia and Monsea
come easily
from the books in my lap

The air of escape
and safety
all from words
and stories

5. Found Poem

Next stop 11th street station
Excuse me
Fuckers

Next stop somerset
Yes Mom I'll be home soon
Shut your mouth child

Next Stop Erie-torresdale
Spare some change
Oh god it smells

Next Stop Margaret Othodox
Excuse me
Hey cutie.


6. I was raised by Encyclopedias:

I was raised
by encyclopedias
lined on the wooden shelves
at the bottom
of the carpeted stairs.
The looking
for money
in the M
and getting a quarter if
it was there.

I was raised
by encyclopedias
as school books,
on our desks of pillows
in the small room
with the big chest
and small windows
with the doll house
and the taped up
"bulletin board."

I was raised
by encyclopedias
stacked high
and heavy
in our small
delicate
arms

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8. Audio recording


9. Poem

You stare at me
from across the room
I stare back
until I realize

You're lips begin to move
and you smile
your eyes are laughing
and I look away
angry on the outside

I know what you'll say,
you've said it
before.

I know what you'll say
I've heard it
before.

You've done it
and I look up
I too have lost the game.


10. Detailed study of e.e. cummings

e. e. cummings is famous for his use with capitalization but there is so much more to his work. He plays not only with capitalization but also with punctuation. He uses parenthesis in the majority of his poems. These often symbolize a secret or a moment directed not to the general audience but to a specific person. In i carry your heart with me he says, "no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want/ no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true).” He shows the world that he wants no fate but only tells the woman that she is his fate. It allows the reader to see inside and outside. This gives e. e. cummings the space to show what it is he wants to show and put his opinion into his poems. e. e. cummings uses different things to his advantage.

e. e. cummings also takes advantage of the effect of surprise. He often begins a poem as a happy moment or space in time but with one last twist on the end you find yourself rereading the poem. e. e. cummings can make it so that every time you read one of his poems you hear a different tone or a different story but it’s always the same words. In maggie and milly and molly and may e.e. cummings changes the tone during the last line, “For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) /it's always ourselves we find in the sea” this last line forces you to reread the poem and see who maggie and molly and may actually are because of what you find. Rereading the poem you see so many things you didn’t see the first time because you didn’t know the ending because e.e. cummings purposefully hid information until the last possible moment. e. e. cummings uses many different aspects of both language and poetry to expand on his own writing.