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...