I breathe in. I breathe out. I wait for the air to become thinner, to stop feeling so heavy. I breathe in and out, taking in stagnation and letting out something that hasn’t changed. How do people keep track? I need compartments in my head to file away all of these thoughts, ideas, […]
We live our lives uniquely, abstractly, fluidly. We build our futures from objects and ideas that identify our own voices, our own views on the ever changing universe in which we all coexist. His world is built from music notes and guitar riffs. Other lives are made or broken in front of pale […]
Distance comes in many forms. It manifests in miles or hours or the space between two pillows in a bed filled with two lonely people too afraid to say what they really mean. Distance holds my hand and takes walks in my memory. Miles make it easier to say what we mean, to […]
Do you cook her dinner And tie ribbons around her birthday packages? Like me, Do you hold her hand And kiss her mouth when she asks? Do you wonder what Different skin, different days, Different lips Might taste like? Do you smile And wish it was honest? Do you beg Your heart to feel how […]
I am broken and so are you. Together, we are two shattered halves of a whole that used to be. I watch as you fall apart and feed your addictions, your pain. I see your crumbling façade that blocks me out. You build walls made from five cent deposits and shiny glass bottles […]
She had chased the comet for years, yet it never seemed to be within her grasp. Its bright, fiery tale painted the sky with starlight and her eyes could not look away. Her fingers stretched out and her feet rose from the dirt beneath them. The flaming white ball of heat carried her […]
The rain, it makes me sad and happy at the same time. I grew up drenched in winter rain, swimming to school, slogging to work. My pants perpetually soaked, sticking to my legs as I walked. Missing the rain is like missing you. It’s there for a moment and gone again. Like you. The […]
What makes a good teacher? I ask myself this every day since this is not only my profession but also my calling. Is it having a strong curriculum or tough rules? Is it being caring and understanding? Is it knowing your content area so well that you can teach with your mind almost shut off? […]
Sometimes I wish that I could read minds. What would it be like to hear the thoughts swirling around in people’s heads, listening in on secret conversations with themselves? It would be fascinating but dangerous. I constantly wonder what people are thinking or feeling but I never know. And even when we tell, […]
TBI Survivor Story
Writing letters I can never send
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
Fun for the whole asylum!
Darren Hawbrook
Get Your Keys, Grab Your Coat.
A rather droll affair
Shattered long ago...
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
poetry w/teeth
Two old men write poetry, short stories and other things
Where are you John Bender...
My Imagination is the DEVIL on my shoulder
No, this blog is not about love.
The Works of Lori Carlson
