Artificial light blue to beat the blues Try no sugar in your cookie, Cookie Cutter approaches don’t often Help problematic inflammation in the gray Matter of fact exercise Is another lever we can pull Me closer Dr. Beautiful Blue Eyes Blue—nothing artificial about you-ooh Tell me again How the mental health benefits of exercise Cap at thirty minutes so I can Lap my sad to death in the Beautiful chlorine blue.
(Found this one buried in my notebook. I had almost forgotten about it. One of my very favorites.)
I am an essayist and poet. My work has been rejected by some of the finest journals in America. Fortunately, it also gets accepted from time to time and has appeared in equally fine journals such as Word Riot, Inlandia, Brew City Magazine, and SageWoman, among others.. In 2002, I won the Academy of American Poets Prize for Vanderbilt University.
For no good reason, I possess an unnecessarily dark humor which is why being third generation California Inland Empirian delights me so. My gods are weird. I once won $350 for writing a smartassed essay on “why the wise use of water is important in my daily life”. I am undoubtedly the Greek god Hermes’ special snowflake. I’m pretty sure I got into college via a series of fortuitous clerical errors.
When I had to grow up and get a real job, I decided against it and stayed a writer. I have worked many odd—and I mean odd—jobs to support my habit: PR writer for country music hopefuls, resume massager, WalMart fitting room attendant and switchboard operator, and telephone psychic, just to name a few.
I am also albino. That's why my psychic gifts are so strong. I traded in my pigment for magical foresight, because that's how it works. It gets all technical. Trust me. That's totally how it works.
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3 thoughts on “Blue Light Therapy (poetry)”
Oh, this swimmer! :” Lap my sad to death. . .” Brilliant.
Thank you. Just keep swimming. Lol
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Yes! : )