Thus Spake Prometheus

So in a weird-cool turn of events the team at Prometheus Dreaming decided to use my poem Morning Commute in their Thus Spake Prometheus series.

A strange feeling as I never thought about hearing one of my poems read aloud by someone else, always in my own head, in my own voice. However, they did a great job with it. Read by Brian Liebforth, who did a fantastic job. I was curious to know if the inflections and tone would be translated in others reading and it was.

You can follow the link above to hear it at their homepage. Or here to listen on the YouTube page. Thanks again to David and the team for the unique opportunity.

Soup’s for Lunch

It’s lunchtime and here i am sitting in my van
parked in a grocery store parking lot, blowing my
nose in a used napkin. A napkin previously used to
blow my nose. Homemade vinaigrette sits on the dash

in hopes that the December sun is heavy enough to break
through the overcast and liquefy the coagulated coconut oil.
It won’t. And I realize that if I were sitting in my
Prius, instead of my work van I would satisfy so many
generalizations right now, with my pony-tail, writing
poetry, drinking kombucha. Maybe I don’t need the
Prius after all. Maybe the Prius needs me.
And the high-schoolers yell at each other across the
parking lot, desperate for attention, and the stay-at-home moms sit 

in their vans, just a little longer, enjoying the silence that comes
from an afternoon car-ride nap. If i listen closely,
the traffic swells become fingertips of the beach, trying
to pull me back into her, while the douglas-fir gently wave goodbye.