Author Archives: Seeker of the surreal and the streamy

About Seeker of the surreal and the streamy

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.

even I don’t know what it means

Back to the spring made for bathing in sin, and face it, shades of iconography need not obliterate festivities as a tale is extra hard to conjure if access to nervous modesty is given the old forbidden realm treatment taking … Continue reading

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testing once more

giving in to the pelt’s needy wet mix of plea and demand, genteel fingertips play with a glider’s expertise a rare instrument known as a horny droplet; said dewy beads common wherever the sighs that signal a spring may peal. … Continue reading

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same old, same old

the shock, the fear, is real (oh no, not this again) and strikes like a viper training to be a boxer and a bold of lightning in the moonlight (proceed, but with extreme caution) – the thought taking the shape … Continue reading

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The Annoyance Train Is Clearly By Design

Originally posted on Come To Timmy:
Maybe it’s just as well this voice will fly without an encounter or a chance to fill a vessel a fellow wanderer carries on the path trod by few but we who know the…

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some of the bad, some of the good

Reading articles on the internet about life prior to the internet had this mustang’s head going nod, nod, nod especially the smut magazine lines, as in haywire action in the nerves; sometimes angels would leave one in the woods. So … Continue reading

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Did I just see the light?

Originally posted on Come To Timmy:
am I having a damascus moment? after forty years in the wilderness? suckered in by cocky rock star excess? This is what happens while exploring words and investigating Commodity. I was always a horrible…

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when they mess with my Holy Book

Originally posted on Come To Timmy:
On the off chance that I am not the last literature-leaning person on earth to become aware of what is known as #cockygate, I feel lividly motivated to add my mostly unknown voice to…

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