Carrots and Such

I am wont To forget the pattern: That those residing in my fridge, Cooling and crisping as they do, Will only see the bright of life, As death comes closer.

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A March to Stop.

i will i will write i will write i will right left right left right left right i will prick the pin against the skin and bring the ink to surface i will draw it long against the teeth and send a message type O positive something you will not forget the dirty little Richards … Continue reading A March to Stop.

Humans Anonymous: “I always have to be taking care of somebody”

Q: Ok so I just have two questions the first is, will you describe yourself for me? Whatever that means to you, in whatever capacity you need to. A: I am a Virgo (laughs) to a "T" I think that I am generally a good person with good intentions but I think that I tend … Continue reading Humans Anonymous: “I always have to be taking care of somebody”

Apartment F204

I'm counting on the silent metal rods they hold back the unwanted one two three four five six they hold back the outside there are copies of copies of the insert and one master that can fill any a perfect fit for all somewhere in the deep oblivion of a pocket the clouds and the … Continue reading Apartment F204

Cataloged

"What's on your mind, _________?" "What's happening?" something needs to be cataloged every minute, Taken into account, the importance of a moment as it passes through some lens of organic matter. We capture the best parts ((what we see as the best parts) and what do we do?) and we turn it, paint it, color … Continue reading Cataloged

Ice

It's stretched thin, like how I imagine water feels when it is frozen too quickly; as a whole, just a cube of cold matter, slightly larger than it was, something perfect for hot, Early September in the South West, on closer inspection, this water is screaming from expansion, swollen beyond recognition by fellow molecules. but … Continue reading Ice

Four Minutes and a Fist Full of Water

I used to count the seconds between the time that the old dry feel hit my lips and the time that my brain felt old and familiar again cracked as an Idaho summer. I would sit on the couch with the music on Chopin maybe, I do like him, He's soothing and full of a … Continue reading Four Minutes and a Fist Full of Water

Thinking Inkly: Some Spilled Thoughts and a Quick Thank You

It's so strange to me, I've been doing a lot less writing lately and I'm definitely feeling how it's taking its toll on my general livelihood. For a long time, I thought that I would be ok with just writing every once in a while and keeping it as a casual thing but since I've … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: Some Spilled Thoughts and a Quick Thank You