NPM: Live Gloriously

I’ve heard that life can be more
And that once you’ve tasted
Once you’ve seen
It’s unforgettable
I don’t think I have that kind of life
A life that is like the smoldering carnelian sun
Setting over the Serengeti
I look up and instead of majestic skies
I see stoplights and electric wires
And fluorescent signs promoting “The Whopper”
I dream of that other life
The one that moves your primal soul
And brings tears to your awe-widened eyes
But I don’t know how to get there
How to live gloriously
So I just keep asking
Hands open and empty
Waiting to receive

NPM: Feet on the Floor

The hardwood floors of my bedroom creak
each morning as I put my feet down
to rise out of bed and start a new day.
Sometimes I groan along with them,
wanting only to turn around,
crawl into my bed,
and stay there.
But day after day,
my feet hit the floor,
the grain rough and solid beneath them.
Because feet are meant to cover ground:
to walk, to leap, to run,
chasing after the setting sun.
But there are days when it feels like the sun won’t rise.
There are days when I’d rather not try.
On those mornings, as I have before,
I convince myself, for one day more,
to put my feet on the bedroom floor.


NPM: Lighter Than Air

I’ll run along the ledge unafraid
I’ll dance on the edge of a blade,
Arms open wide and wheeling
I’ll laugh into the gale, unfeeling
For sorrow is lighter than air
When you find you no longer care


NPM: Girl in the Tower

Little Songbird,
In your tower-cage,
How sweetly you sing
with no one to hear you.
How brightly you burn
with no one to see you.
You are isolated
because you are unique.
You are protected
because you are dangerous.
Do not be led astray
by books, or false shepherds,
or hope.
Do not dream of worlds beyond
your own.
Do not turn those fervent dreams
into reality
by ripping tears in space
and time
and pulling those worlds to where you are.
Stay here, Little Bird,
Stay safe.


NPM: Love Under a Microscope

Subject displays increased heartrate
Heightened temperature
A slight tremor in the fingers

Subject evinces possible nausea
Or light-headedness
Or is it inertia?

Subject observed pacing
Repeatedly running hands through hair
Frequently glancing at mobile device

Subject appears to be constantly
On the verge of laughter or tears
Both simultaneously?

Status: Unstable
Treatment: Indeterminate
Diagnosis: Inconclusive


NPM: Writing Advice to Myself

Speak simply

Write plainly

Think clearly

About what hurts

What frightens

What elates

Gaze unwaveringly

Into the molten core

Of who I am

Do not look away

In disgust

Or revulsion

Or terror

Look on with outward calm

And write with poise and clarity

Set down with finite words

The infinite complexities

Of being human

It’s simple.