Scribbles 'n Bits

Tag: Bits

  • Obtuse

    I’d agree if I wasn’t trying to be right.
    At least I’m self-aware.

  • Balancing act

    Discovery lies on the other end of a precarious beam with escapism.

  • IMO: mentorship

    Good advice leads to more questions than answers.

  • Feedback Loop

    Cravings are a lagging indicator of a past need. Replenish what you require to avoid folding to desire.

  • Motivation

    Let their derision fuel your passion.

  • Coagulant

    Our ancestors sold the future

    for convenience. Now,

    we waste away,

    fighting for peace of mind.

  • Addicted

  • Scribd Twofers: A poem and an essay

    Art

    Shapes in
raw granite, 
a person.
An unaware,
apathetic block-
head
staring blankly 
in the mirror,
hammered and sanded.

From top
to toe, 
mouths run - 
collecting minerals -
dribbling away.
Forward springs life,
etching down
the drain.

Rock chips
stumble over
each other.
Dust finds home
on rough edges - 
inevitably the floor,
cracks in my dry,
clay-soaked hands,
and cloth folds  
wherever paint
doesn’t already cling. 

The eyes:
pained,
long set.
A muscular beauty,
the rest,
one casual greeting 
at a time.

In and out
of days,
nights fitting
somewhere between, 
apparently. 
I work.

    Pages: 1 2

  • The Process x River People

    Settling my hand
on a bur oak’s 
bare chest. 
Flailing distantly 
for the giving reach
and feeling encouragement 
from limestone
crevices beneath -
I leap. 
Hints of living
where fish
swarm in silver darts
for lunch
and never hunger.
She holds enough.
They have two children
in thick, wool hats.
A transparent bond
below a howling dog’s
wounded voice
caroling softly 
across the bristling stones.
    More here!

  • Siren

    Listening to your voice, I wonder how many beautiful poems I’ve hated listening in mine.