I write breathlessly words pouring out without thought to proper punctuation or grammar or ideas really. I just go, fingers tapping out images as my brain reconfigures on the page. Here I am and I don’t know if I wrote any metaphors or used alliteration and I don’t care because the words fly like flies […]
I make wishes on stars that don’t look like stars. I pick shapes with odd colors or moving lights instead. This way I’m not pinning my hopes to something that died a millenia ago. How can I have faith in something made of beautiful lies? So I wish on planets or satellites or airplanes because […]
Swing. Push me higher. I want to float on wings made from gossamer and webs. Pretend like this isn’t a disaster, that birds have feathers made for walking instead of heights. Jump. Fall with me into the never-never where we can sail on cloud-bound ships and reminisce on ancient stars who fought battles for the […]
I watched you as if you were magic, your body made from gold and stardust carved from ruins of ancient civilizations. The way your throat moved as you laughed, your skin tensing with your muscles. I used to stare at you like you were an illusion sent to trick me. Your existence– pure fascination, astonishment […]
Maps used to say, “here where dragons lay,” but they don’t anymore, even though the dragons still exist, hide under every layer of sand, skin, and street. They no longer provide unsuspecting travelers with cautionary advice on which paths lead to terror and which to happiness. We must take our own risks and keep open […]
I still believe In wishes, In the quiet Whispers in the dark. I watch the clock For 11:11 And call out Your name Under a starless sky. I still believe We contain magic, That it hovers In the air. It’s tangability Sticks to my skin, Sucks away My breath. I want only to Feel your […]
I'll write as long as my lines live
TBI Survivor Story
One Hell of an Apprenticeship
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
come lay down ink...
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.
