Every Cup of Coffee

You, you, you, you're Me, My, Mine, Ours We're the selfish lovers of post-pot generations planted in the earth with chemicals and multiple jobs, innately raised to hope that things will get better, knowing that nothing can fall into our laps because we're always standing opportunities are, instead, launched with deadly velocity at our crotches, … Continue reading Every Cup of Coffee

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Thinking Inkly: Looking For You, Wherever You Are

It's difficult to sit down and just write anything. there are confines, rules, set regulations that come to the tips of the fingers when one deems it time to create. It's as if something immediately wedges itself between the keyboard and the brain. And what's between the keyboard and you? I can't quite say. Infinite … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: Looking For You, Wherever You Are

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

Elision

Don't y'u Can't y'u s'e th'worl's gettin' s'much short'r we're takin' th' soun'righ' out outta 'vrythin' w'say already "lol" "roflmao" soon'r'r lat'r, there'll be nothin' lef' save a series o' do''-n'-dash's n'we'll st'll-b sittin'roun' arguin'- -compla'nin' "I don't-g't-U M8" "mA-B U 8[-t]n't lis'n'n r8[-A+I]" U, U nEd 2 do som'thin' plz. stan' ↑ 4 sum'thin' … Continue reading Elision

Days of Silence

it's all lost glue and peanut butter the cat ran away with it it's been bitten mouth to mouth Heimlich Maneuver CPR Certified purple lipped finger under nose I rub my cheek feeling the hollowed out cave where it used to sit existing in a rotating desk chair pinched between two incisors all business until … Continue reading Days of Silence