Elephants and Electricity

I try not to be a Debbie Downer too much, but this site often ends up being my mind-dump, word vomit therapy. Yesterday, I was in the worst of sorts, but remembered that great writers become great by writing constantly, so I wrote two posts but did not publish them because they were so sad/disheartening/not... Continue Reading →

The Deepest Silhouette

Stretched thin and tight like a thread or "Like butter over too much bread" As Bilbo once said No, more like wires of a marionette No, no, they're so quick to forget Most like the strings of a quartet Because, thin and taut and whet Is less of a full moon, more lunette Curved as a smile, and... Continue Reading →

Broken Sole

I walked past a young man who was standing on the sidewalk, waiting to be picked up by a friend or an Uber or something. I am guessing that's what he was doing, anyway. He was just standing there off to one side on the sidewalk, bag on the ground next to him, with a... Continue Reading →

A General Nescience

This nescience of life Is my best attempt at understanding The culmination of years Learning how to be me But I cannot use a knife To dissect another's comprehending The culmination of fears Learning how to breathe   Theory

Stronger Than You Know

Looking up to see the walls of my heart Crumbling and scarred Carelessly marred At least I'm down here and not in my mind Dark and confined Practical time I swear I'm okay... at least I will be Too dark to see But I'm optimystique Some day, I hope it'll flood or cave in Leveled again... Continue Reading →

Once More

The sweet dawn and her gentle breeze Are reserved for the lovely nightingale Tirelessly caressing the world in a melody That speaks of starshine and moonlight, gleaming As seamen once more hoist the sail   Remind me again what it means To captivate hearts, and what is entail'd To love and be loved, to live... Continue Reading →

Ever On the Wing

And there it goes, my flight of fancy Off into the wind, ascending well above my reach It acts like a dream, only in reverse Though I've never considered myself sibylline My back side held fast to my seat As I imagine the clouds above this opaque ceiling Shifting shapes in tantalizing transmogrification It is in... Continue Reading →

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