thought 20
I can’t write anything fiction. I’m far too self-serving for that. So I simply parade my thoughts around in metaphors and other people’s...
periscope vernacular catastrophe daffodil
“periscope vernacular catastrophe daffodil” people are just sounding boards for other people’s emotions my cell phone knows me better...
ever-fleeting storm
From Monopole [formerly Theodorus in Excelsis] An ever-fleeting storm dissipates beyond the deep horizon. She is best when she is less...
shoveling (thought 17)
It’s been several days since a useful thought has come to me. More of the same old shit spewing from my brain. Sigh, fetter, waste. This...
bubbles
To what end will my existence find? To what extent and on what grounds will my existence thrive? These questions have no answers ...
things and unthings (thought 15)
With reason enough, I’ve been thinking over writing more and more…as of late. Beyond my current state of endeavors and affairs, I guess...
impending madness (thought 14)
How many times is it going to take until you realize how good you’ve got it? No, don’t pick up the guitar and start playing music. You’re...
how now rose grow was love
the thrill of hope is lost somehow in the petals of a gilded rose that blooms away from that what it once was it is a two-leaf flower now...
somehow it does
From the award-winning short story A Vain and Terrible Thing, or Therapy, or Mr. Mitchell’s Cock Charade. What if I told you that I don’t...
thought 11
insert something thoughtful here. #somethingthoughtful #notreallyarmistice
