Video of me performing my piece “The Gender Contract” in January.
(Warning: I took a MUCH darker look at the topic than other folks did.)
They say there’s a cure for us
but what they don’t disclose
is that it’s just a new…
its funny how some peoples words are just words
and some peoples words are coated in glitter
everyone wants to listen to the glitter
not the conversations
sing the…
if you look hard enough at the night sky, somewhere past the burned out street lights and between the stars – you can find your dreams floating around. the ones youve forgotten. the ones youve…
I just put my first chapbook up for sale today. It’s a collection of poetry from about 2005/2006 to today. You may have seen some of it in various forms on my Buzznet, though most of it is 100% new. It’s another weird risk I’m forcing myself to take. If you’re interested, you can find… More »
I often wonder
What my neighbor is watching on TV
So I press my ear to the wall*
And find out**
William Beckett isn’t just the lyricist for The Academy Is…. I mean, being the lyricist for a band with such a devoted fan following is already pretty impressive. But
Sonnet #18
Shall I compare thee to
a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short…
Silentium Amoris (The Silence of Love)
As oftentimes the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips…
Because abstractfuries requested her yesterday.
Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and…
Theory
Into love and out again,
Thus I went and thus I go.
Spare your voice, and hold your pen:
Well and bitterly I know
All the songs were ever sung,
All the words…
Please note the use of parenthesis today. They’re important.
To the Snake
Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck
and stroked your cold, pulsing throat
as you hissed to me, glinting
arrowy gold scales, and I…
*~SORROW~*
No matter how hard I try it never seems to be good enough,
No one said life was easy but I didn’t realize it was going to be this tough,
The world is so hungry and cold,
There…
…for your Valentine’s Day pleasure:We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold winter and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we…
The poetry is coming too quickly. And it doesn’t read like mine used to. Am I challenging myself to write about what scares me? My poetry was never about flesh. I think I need poetry…
