poem for april 29, 2016 - sid branca
poem for april 28, 2016 - sid branca.
almost done with april y’all.
a poem for April 27, 2016. posted by sid branca at like 7 in the morning in rural Finland on May 2, 2016.
april 26, 2016 - sid branca
oops I am posting a billion poems and the month is already over but better late than never I guess
april 25, 2016 - sid branca
april 24, 2016 - sid branca
april 23, 2016 - sid branca
(frantically trying to get caught up before it’s like, really really May)
(realizing I didn’t finish reblogging all the poems I wrote for @manymistypes back in April onto my personal writing tumblr so here they come)
april 22, 2016 - sid branca
(catching up on posting these from someone’s guest room in Helsinki at 4:43 in the morning while extremely jetlagged, hi)
april 21, 2016 - sid branca
dear diary (11/14/16),
these are strange and guilty days to be a listless poet–
here, the whole world is falling apart, and all I can do is write poems
about fucking and even that not on a level commensurate
with my talent and my time
or worthy of the label: queer joy
sometimes you take too long to make something
and the world intended to receive it no longer exists
pulled out from under you, a parlor trick
you should have been expecting
and now all your glasses are leaving rings on the table
as you stand there, stunned
and the magician’s palms are seeping sweat into the tablecloth
the act of writing is sometimes the act of conjuring
giving us a picture of what a future might look like
so that we might will it into existence
or run
run until we can’t breathe and our sides ache
but at least we have put as much distance
between ourselves and a poem as we can
but it feels lately like we have not done enough
we: everyone
enough: something we could destroy each other
in the attempt to understand
done: the past is over and thus dead
the future is always running late
texting us that she’s on the train
when she’s still at home
having a panic attack
trying to decide how to tell us
that we never stop making mistakes
and it’s really stressing her out