Have you ever caught yourself telling a fib? How easy is it to fit our thoughts and feelings into a mathematical progression? As it turns out, it doesn’t take much effort and it tends to have a clarifying, crystallizing effect on our expressions. Just as with haiku, such a poetic lens allows us to speak to ourselves and to others in their unique situations.

And it’s interesting to note that the more forms I explore, and the more I work with them, the more I find myself thinking in those forms. Simplifying thoughts. Stripping redundant, unnecessary descriptors from the stream of my consciousness.

I
don’t
know if
anyone
ever said that you
can tell much about a person
by the fibs that they tell, but I do not doubt it’s true.

I’m playing around with new forms,
each like a new toy:
preoccupying,
gripping
this
mind
.

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I
thought
I was
having a
great day, but then you
walked through my door, and suddenly
I realized something had been missing all along.

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You
could
never
copyright
the expression of
a legitimate emotion —
delivered as a riddle with no secrets to hide

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words
are
waxy,
pliable,
malleable grains
that I use to design concepts —
shaping every single step of my expedition,
molding your perception of its
retelling — as though
replying,
“yes, and . . . “
to
life.