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
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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
Apathy
It is done finished steps have been taken the signatures are signed with pens of hollow souls rolled up dollar bills and one cracked mirror two drops of blood, stretching to reach one another Adam and God sitting on a reflective Sistine Chapel fifteen minutes, sore, broken, dry, wiping away, nothing there, nothing there, nothing, … Continue reading Apathy
Twenty-Three (or “Twenty-One” Revisited)
Twenty-three. Twenty-two. He's the age of shocking discoveries. Pushing himself to limits that set him back into loops of ecstasy and months of couch ridden recoveries. Drowning himself in lavender and tea tree oil, he meditates his brain into a submissive pulp and the world smiles back by slowly and softly responding to every fifth … Continue reading Twenty-Three (or “Twenty-One” Revisited)
One foot
One foot dissipated spread between the fingers like jelly and sweet powdered peanuts whipped in oil Thrown like a wishful penny into a shallow puddle layered slowly beneath the oily asphalt some summer monsoon one foot and three thousand miles such an arbitrary distance memories fade in and out like a fever the taut duvet … Continue reading One foot
