I’d agree if I wasn’t trying to be right.
At least I’m self-aware.
Tag Archives: Bits
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.
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.
Siren
Listening to your voice, I wonder how many beautiful poems I’ve hated listening in mine.