Man-in-a-Box

He sits alone in a building, which can only be described as outhouse-ish. He waits for the sound of a buzzer, so he can push a button. It only happens once every hour, or two. He sits and he draws. He draws a picture of a monkey, in it, the monkey is doing his job. … Continue reading Man-in-a-Box →

How To Inspire

Every Self Help Book Imaginable Look at who you are! Not what you've done. Look at what you do! Not where you were. Find that single moment Between the rising and falling of your chest Be your perfect self Focus on your breath

Thanks For Being Cool Sunshine

((I will learn to use this web thing and post links and stuff, OH YES! I will..... .....eventually)) This particular story girl, blessed me with acknowledgement I wanted to repost, but have never been good with assignment Her other nominee, has an awesome hand I wish I knew how to link and stuff, but I'm … Continue reading Thanks For Being Cool Sunshine →

Negativity

[I ran out of time, beware! Inane rambling below] I have been told I am negative. I have been told I am a good person. How come I don't agree with either sentiment? When I make a statement of fact about the character of others, I am kind. About myself? Not so much. But to … Continue reading Negativity →

Poem of the week 12-18 Feb 2018

I rapture heavens Saved for you Sweet melody Song of morning dew I create further horizons Falling for what is true Can I never hold you? Craving beyond view I sit in a cabin waiting hearing the clock queue Tick tock, listening Fumbling about I scratch at paper Shadows casting doubt Faith … Continue reading Poem of the week 12-18 Feb 2018 →

What makes a poem Good?

Typing for the sake of blogging Robbing time of dignity Why are the choices I'm making All in the air I breathe How is expressing what I need How is expressing what I need, indeed, I love poetry, but I know my limitations. I know that I enjoy my own poetry, but who doesn't … Continue reading What makes a poem Good? →

A Writer Biographises

Sometimes I wonder about the image of the writer: The self loathing drinker who offends for sick kicks. The Great American Novel as their lost love; their longing. The servants of agents pressing deadlines. The esteemed and educated sophisticate! The playwright.... Write? What am I An image? An imagination. A question! That burning obsession behind … Continue reading A Writer Biographises →