i did actually start writing poetry since i've last been here. i don't know how i'd gone so long with not being able to? so here's a poem that got into my school's literary zine, written on aug 23
when i was younger and it was too rainy to make anything of the outdoors, we used to play checker-chess. we used both checkers and chess pieces on the same board. we didn't know how to play chess save for the pawns, so we combined the games. the horse could jump. the queen could slide. the king was always guarded in the left-hand corner of our respective sides.
sometimes we would get really into the game, pawns dashing, chips flying "king me, king me" so that we could go backwards and forwards and diagonally and in straight lines.
red and black were the colors of the board and the chips, contrasting with an ivory and ebony of the chess pieces. chess was black-and-white. checkers was not as simple.
checker-chess games were off-and-on for days like a more childish and slightly messed up monopoly. sometimes rules that weren't in existence before suddenly came into play. hop a bishop and you get a piece back in. if the queen is cut off on all sides, she's automatically out.
rain comes down sometimes and i remember checker-chess. some kids say that when it rains, god's crying. we played checker-chess under the rivulets of his tears, making fun out of small statues and plastic, the deities of an imaginative child's torrent.