What? The Ducking Duck

“I’ve painted so many lies” As woe begets my pen (Oh my....is that.... a typo?)   The neglect of a V A carat addition ^ Or auto-correction Underscoring the need for  This somber reflection    What is the meaning of life and love?   The nurture of ducks Vs The nature of Fu’s   (Where... Continue Reading →

How Monsters Made Mountains

A little boy sat next to his grandmother in their backyard, looking at the mountains all around them.  “Grandmom, why are there mountains?” the little boy asked, his eyes wide and entranced in the way only children can see the world. He had removed the thumb he was sucking absentmindedly to ask his question.  The... Continue Reading →

#IAmWriting

I think it’s hailing again. Sounds very plinky outside. I think I’m writing a short story; I'm close to 3k words. I don’t know how long it could be. It’s all waiting to be told. The idea came right as I was falling asleep, and I was paranoid I was going to forget it. I... Continue Reading →

All We Need is Just a Little

All We Need is Just a Little Patience Inner Wisdom whispers Stroking my unruly curls The tears that had blossomed But never unfurled Just the stinging of the dew . . . .. ... ....wait for it Mel Gibson said it But the whisper was more like a cough A choking sensation From my exhalations... Continue Reading →

Sterilize

Sterilize Sterile smiles, virile lies I’m getting better, my soul has died It is an illness It is insane It is my heaven It is my grave They say it’s catching Like I’m a cough They say I’m crazy I say, so what? Starry eyes, eerie cries Into the heavens I have soared I’ve danced... Continue Reading →

Touched by Fire

I’ve been reading Touched by Fire. It’s a study on mood disorders - particularly bipolar - and artists. It’s so fascinating but also eating me up a bit. Reading the facts about Poe, Van Gogh, Woolfe, Tenneyson, Lord Byron...on and on...it’s cathartic to feel not alone and certainly in good company, and depressing to read... Continue Reading →

Death

“Do you want to play?” He said. There was a twinkle in his eye. I was too young to know better, and curiosity always leads to stories. It wasn’t in the happy times He visited though. It was only in the sad times. Then, He would tell me how my veins would look better suited... Continue Reading →

Hell is where the heart is

Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.

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