Friday, February 21, 2014

I love School

This is for a writing class. I'm in class right now.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

The Meridian

I can feel it coming.
The meridian of my life--
my back will break
and when they repair it they'll
be sure it can carry the weight of
Adult Responsibility.

Meridians always seem
bad for the younger of our race:
Remember Herod before Anno Domini?

It will be strange for a time,
saying "When I was a kid,"
when referring to last week.
Stranger still when stories become
children's stories and adult films
become films.

I should be writing furiously,
taking photographs, filling scrapbooks
leaving memos, momentos, memories:
I mustn't forget all the things I know now.
But already I'm worried about the next elections,
My imminent taxes, a future mortgage.

I save scribbling for another day.

Thursday, November 28, 2013


If I were a ghost I'd be the friendly kind,
Leaving small flowers on doorsteps
and helping old ladies across the street.
I 'd only haunt my grave
to see who came to remember me.
Vengeful ghosts get all the attention:
Jacob Marley, La Llorona, the Flying Dutchman.
But I'd rather be kind and quiet
than loud and famous--even if
it means no one visits my grave.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Be Wild

I like to take risks.
Like putting my socks on before my underwear.
That's something new.
I always wear my underwear, though.

I never told her I loved her.

Monday, September 2, 2013

The Orange in your Eyes

Hard times happen all of a sudden like lightening striking your house or grandpa falling asleep for the last time. Hard times create little fractures that break across the face of your life and stay there no matter where you look. 

When I was little I would wake up too early and put goggles on and go skiing all day. When I would get home, I'd take the goggles off and be amazed at how blue the world seemed. The orange tint of the goggles had protected my vision. I wouldn't notice it in my eyes until I took the goggles off. 

Good times are like the orange in your eyes. Good times grow slowly, have been there so long you forget you have them. 

Hard times happen like fireworks. Good times happen like ivy creeping up a wall. 

Notice the good times when the orange is still on your eyes, not when the goggles are ripped off and the piercing blue is all you can see. 

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Momento Mori

Sometimes I realize that I don't know what I'm doing with my life. Most of the time when that happens I just try to stuff the thought back down my throat and tuck it behind my liver where it belongs. Other times I let the thought swirl around in front of my eyes, and after a while it airs out and stops smelling so much like bile. Other times I imagine an envelope floating directly over my head that's addressed to me and has all the answers and someday I'll tear open its paper lips and my wrinkled fingers will tremble as they unfold the letter and read the strange writing:

"Dear Mr. Turner,

This letter is empty because you already know everything that's going to happen to you because your life is over now.


And then I'll wonder where Death learned to speak English, and die.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

A Big Day for Wesley

A few months ago I learned that a short story of mine was going to be featured in a literary journal. As my first legitimate publication, it was a big day for me to see it online. I look forward from many 'big days' in the future, most of which will hopefully be unrelated to my literary endeavors. For now, I'm content to look up my short story everyday, just to know that it's there.

You can read "So Close to Heaven" here.