Thinking About Kait Rokowski Writing, "nothing Ever Ends Poetically, It Ends And We Turn It Into Poetry.

we're all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.

~ Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Pixel Art by Julian Gariba

Berserk: Episode 25, 'Time of Eternity' (1997)

sorry professor i did not do this asisgnemtn becuase i was too sad! NO consequences please. goodbye

copying.

This guy had the perfect vows.

His vows: "I will kill the spiders. I will share my fries with you when you've finished all yours and are still hungry. I won't ever pop my collar. I will never be rude to your tummy- when I hear it growl and gurgle, I promise to bend down and reply respectfully. I will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. I will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. I’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. I will be the big spoon. I will let you win at wrestling. sometimes. other times I will not. I will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule . just whenever I want to. whenever I think you need one. or seven. I will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. I will hold your hand. I will love you. I will love you. I will love you.

poem: my favorite book

i let you borrow my book

and i am still waiting for it back—

i wonder if you are too afraid

to tell me that you have lost it,

or if you are still reading it and

only got distracted—

does it sit on your shelf gaining dust

like it did on mine till you borrowed it,

are you reading the notes i etched in margins,

are you writing your own?

did you wonder how the spine got so cracked,

how much i must have loved it,

and how i let it go to you

all the same—

it has been months since you took it from

my grasp,

and even though there is no time limit

on its return,

i just want to know,

do you enjoy

my favorite book?

-j.g. edge

Judge me all you want, when I become a writer you’ll know. I’m not leaving this world without making an imprint on it. Mark my words.

poem: learning to listen to your voice

i have not been writing much lately,

for i feel i do not possess the “right” words to say,

and i have been tossing more poems

than i have been finishing—

i am learning that

sometimes not saying anything

is better than saying something

empty—

so i have spent nights sitting,

paying attention to the silence

despite the hundreds of distractions

begging to break the stillness

on account of their desire to be

constantly moving—

yet, i do not want to be the one always speaking,

acting as if i deserve that kind of authority,

just because i want so desperately to avoid

doing nothing—

i have not been writing much lately,

but i am not doing nothing;

in fact,

i am finally learning to listen.

-j.g. edge