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

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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

The Unnamed Black of Night

deep jet black evening I'm settled on a trampoline noting in my mind how the liquid in the air distills as if the mason jar of time, once filled with ice, is now sweating onto my skin slowing sound, slowing light, slowing the imaginary workers as they dig permanent creases along my mouth; I'm feeling … Continue reading The Unnamed Black of Night

Breathing Heavy

I’m running in circles around the quiet padded room of my mind not in an insane way in an effort to tire my thoughts out reeling incessantly through the checklists of propriety making sure that they are correct, right, something set to a standard, and I can’t fuckin’ write, it’s all blocked up, like watching … Continue reading Breathing Heavy