Poetry
I'm in a poetry class this semester, and we have to write up a poem every week. These are all rough drafts, but hey, what the hell.

technically
A viewpoint...or something...

13 line sonnet
Sonnet's are supposed to have 14 lines, but mine doesn't. So blah.

ode 1
To a window.

on moving
This is a poem in the style of a list poem by Frank O'hara. It's about moving when I was four (and a half!).

my father
A reflection on generations, and the ever-present dead grandfather.

untitled
Uh...yeah...

Shempae: A-A-ACHOO!!
Matt: Bless you.
Shempae: Spanks.