Scribbles 'n Bits

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  • Preposterous Ponderings: Alive

    Sometimes I look up from myself and think is this life?
    Then I wonder, would that be so bad?

    As my mentor would say, “real cosmic shit, yah’ know?”

  • Right Now Ago

    If it doesn’t rip me to shreds,
I don’t want it. 
Give it to me cold and 
something cruel. 
Jaw dropping love 
all tired and sore. 
Where do I find the will to live?
What fun is that?

  • Tantalizing Tips: Laziness is the Work

    I often get questions from new readers about where the inspiration for my work comes from. Simply put, it often doesn’t. I rely primarily on a process of laziness that pays itself off in the long run.

    This process involves roughly 3-4 steps of meager time investments – generally opportune times when I’m bored or not busy anyway. Initially, I gather ideas by writing down characters, story snips, one-liners, etc. that pop into my head. This is often inspired by the world around me, but not necessarily so.

    Step two includes connecting these ideas. Sometimes I peruse notes and sometimes new ideas come to me as I conglomerate these loosely bound whizzes and quips.

    Finally, depending on editing and/or publishing, these last one-two part steps put it all together. I paint my finishing touches and clean up anything that feels disconnected.

    That’s it. You’ve made poetry.

    I don’t do it this way for every single piece, note. Sometimes I do a whole piece in one setting and sometimes it takes the course of several months to years to finalize a poem or short story. It all depends because I don’t invest a lot of time into willing ideas to the surface – I often find this does not work anyway.

    TLDR: How to write poetry the scribdbits way

    1. Gather data (ideas and concepts) – continuous.
    2. Organize – per piece.
    3. Edit and publish – per piece.

  • Preposterous Ponderings: Seeking and Living

    Do not search for meaning,

life has no meaning,

seek a worthwhile life.

  • Dank

    He didn’t sit alone, but with himself. 
    The chatter filled his glass - 
    lemon, fennel, cumin - 
    as he toasted with smoke and hog, 
    ‘to the curious case of the dog in the nighttime.’

  • Sob Her

    Sobriety's a bitch.
    I try  
    to love her
    with all I have

    and still

    she calls me a
    cheating bastard.

  • Reiff

    Viola, you poor,
indentured thing.
When they say 
100% cranberry;
they **mean** it!
Barely a step above
chalk.
Or was that line drawn
in sand?
Look hard enough, and
one can nearly always 
find a few options
for insanity.

  • Preposterous Ponderings: Inspiration

    If you look outward solely for answers, I mourn your lack of creativity. If you look only inward, I weep for your lack of humanity.

  • 6-word review: 2022

    A raging storm waning indelible sage.

    Happy new year everyone,
    all my best.

    Josh

  • Thank.

    Thank you
for the gift:
your stale breath
on my pillow
after you’ve gone.
What cockleburs 
become sweet comforts
in the fresh winter
parallel glow.