A concept that's been pinging around my mind lately is that art, as a creative process, is a leisure activity. A meta example would be this blog, which I started in a moment of bored free time, and is something I keep up when a moment of inactivity causes me to recall its existence. Another…
Love Poem to Sprinkles
I know I'm not the only one out there who totally adores rainbow sprinkles. I mean, they're literally edible color-glamour that you can put on anything to make it at least twice as good. I mean, look at this glory: Don't you want to pop one in your mouth? It's not that sprinkles taste like anything (actually,…
The Love Song of Autocorrect
So, this is a type of freeverse poem... kind of. It's more like poetically-infused prose, because there's no rhythm or metre to this. If you have trouble understanding what I'm talking about in this thing, that's okay, poetry is mainly for the poet, and love songs are seldom meant to be comprehended. Now, without further…
LEGO Instrospection
[This poem was inspired by the above photo. This sculpture was made by Nathan Sawaya, whose website is http://www.BrickArtist.com] What makes me? It isn’t my body. A mirror is not me, so says the literati. My arm is not me, neither is my heart- (Although, if I lost it, finding Me would be hard). My…
Poetry and Pastry 