I used to think that love was a kind of layered, unfolding, blooming function of life, something that you would treat with care; like when you pull a freshly made grilled cheese apart, carefully but intensely; I thought, you could draw out the process as long as you were able; or rather, you would draw … Continue reading Grilled Cheese and Love
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Shower and Steam
I'm letting it all rush over me, each molecule how the exasperation of the heat rubs off oh and the allowance of such a thing every complex covalent bond slipping warmly over my skin waiting for the inevitable fall and I wonder what part of them stays with me what is with what is without … Continue reading Shower and Steam
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
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
“where it stems from”
Not sure where it stems from you know the madness of it all and the funny thing to me the aspect morsel morpheme of thought that makes me laugh is that I begin so many streams in that way "where it stems from" as if as though as the roots of thought clutch like a … Continue reading “where it stems from”
Thinking Inkly: A Little Anxiety and Some Thoughts
Dear Reader, I've been told that it's difficult to always be reading poetry; that there is a great reward in finding a meaning in a poem, but that the meaning is often difficult to come by and can often make people feel stupid or lost [possibly insulted somehow] if they don't get it. I've been … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: A Little Anxiety and Some Thoughts
June 29, 2017
that thinking thing (noun) that twitchy thought (noun) dark loop (verb) a strand of black hair fivefourthreetwoone (bast off) oxygen gasoline that we breathe our world (noun) exists (verb) in impurity (adjective) we must in order to survive (verb) Survival (noun) must be unclean (adjective) THROW (θɹoʊ): n. a light cover for furniture; in some … Continue reading June 29, 2017
Over Thought Over
Trying to break down the patterns of the mind, the looping, reeling, wall of thoughts, that which builds up. I often see patterns in my writing, the looping, looping, loops, curlicues, even now with this pen to paper, paper and pen and paper and pen and paper and pen and paper and pen, I see … Continue reading Over Thought Over
Wine and Vinegar
"At the end of the day all my conscience can experience is limited to what is in my own mind, so, why should I care at all what happens inside the minds of others?" penned quietly with the pads of fingers unknown to my device of primary communication, "I can't say that you need to … Continue reading Wine and Vinegar
