Sarah San

This is why we can't have anything nice

I want to get a bat and go haywire inside the house I grew up in
I want to break all the expensive vases and chicken figurines
I want to smash the jade statues into tiny little pieces
I want to shatter the chandelier
I want to pull all the exotic plants out of their pots
I want to kick in the antique table
I want to rip apart the fur coats
I never liked any of this stuff
I never liked how much money was pissed away on this stuff
I never liked how someone else had to work two jobs so we could have this kind of stuff.

infinite pondering of the universe

every action has a reaction
and every reaction is the result of an action
when you put bread in the toaster,
you'll get toast
when you drink to black out
you'll be hung-over in a strange bed.
it’s simple. makes sense. not hard.
so stop looking surprised.

spice of life

i lay out my shirts into small piles
organized by their colors and sleeve lengths.
and when i wake up in the morning i can see that my life has variety

Sarah San likes to blog, edit, and scribble. She doesn't like bacon or sausage. She enjoys chinese buffets, family traditions, and coincidences.

JP Hoban

In Jealousy and Instability

In jealousy and instability
there are no timeless prophets of thought,
nor flickering saints of forgetfulness;
only emotionless cogs
in a revolution of tides.
 
With each day and night's passage
turning over the sea of sighs;
of replications;
of ink-dry pens that crowd in
with unabashed rage and a
sturdy speculation,
what once budged a little,
only to move closer.
 
It rings like the hollow of an echo
where the tree was chopped,
and I will follow with
melancholic eyes
and sunken neck,
 
Following the equator of order
beside the anarchic
choking vines;
cover the urn with her blanket
not mine.
 

 
JP Hoban was not a boy scout.