Category Archives: Musings

in closing

I’m past passiveVoices. I mean, it made sense at the time. I was drifting passively through the experiences created by others. But that was a product of chapter two (and, more generally, of the Two, but I digress). Experiences color … Continue reading

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if you’ll join my writer’s bloc,

we’ll hide our pens ’til muses knock, and save better lines for better times.

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cocktails and cliffdives

with a flick we arrive, but you’re acting like you don’t care. your back greets us with a smile as your eyes watch the setting sun. i think we’re making too much noise finishing our last rhymes. oh well. nothing … Continue reading

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Major

18.01.09 Tom crossed the line this time. The third in as many tries. Also crossed his eyes, dotted his Tees, X marked the spot with wet sand from his thighs. Double crossed the lunar crosswalk: happens once in a blue … Continue reading

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break out of the grind you’ve afixed to the ticks of time.

ticking thyme bombs of paprika and lime spice up his life, because when he beats his wife late at night she doesn’t cry anymore. she just watches Time fly by like witches on broomsticks, waiting for the right time to … Continue reading

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ill-usion

Yesterday, I watched evolution from atop a storm cloud, removed from the ground by the winds of meta-linguistics. As I pondered pondering I noticed a human-like steel figure lying on the dampened soil. He watched passer-bys with the judgmental eyes … Continue reading

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let’s wander

because being drifters together is better than being stagnant alone.

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Happy Hour

Halfway down the eagle in a car too fast to move Blowing off streams of steam into a cloudless sky We pass cars and stars, A metaphor for the endless nights we watched them in the sunset We’re in the … Continue reading

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