Poems: Look, Mom! No Meter!

When I was in second grade, I was riding home on the school bus when I got an idea for a poem.

inkwell By the time I got home, I had the final version all ready in my head, and I promptly recited it to my mother. In retrospect, she probably should have locked me in a closet without writing implements until I had forgotten how to string words together; she could have saved a lot of trees and spared the world some truly terrible poetry during my teenage years. But noooo, she had to be all supportive and encouraging and I’m your biggest fan and all that crap, and now look: I write poems the way I swat flies, and I have a whole page of ’em (poems, not flies) to prove it. WAY TO GO, MOM.

The Very Best

8 poems
My personally-picked best works.

Teenage Angst

13 poems
Oh, like you never wrote any crappy angsty poems when you were a teen…

Bits & Bobs

5 poems
Things dashed off in the spur of the moment; mostly humorous.