Tag Archives: thoughts

warning: you are approaching a post about writing

less about writing actually and maybe more about finding that precious environment to do it in – concentrate – find that thing they call flow. I seem to recall a vague adage that says if a real writer really wants … Continue reading

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how to piss off a poet

I never cared to get too technical although a curvaceous glossary can exude a gluey magnetism; toes do get wet and fingers are made sticky. So my train of thought – surprise, surprise – has encountered another derailment. Again I … Continue reading

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maybe playing with seasons will fix this frazzled fuse

Dear birds, your presence has been a colorful, harmonious pleasure. Sorry some of your kin became cat toys. If it helps, we both envy your freedom. We cannot flutter towards the heavens or make whoopee a hundred times per day. … Continue reading

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saturation

I guess anything ought to be fair game. I say so after experiences expressly designed to drive men bonkers. They entail rabbit holes. They know their cute noses and twitches and whiskers are explicitly irresistible. Thank someone managing the Universe … Continue reading

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observing nature

kitty cannot kill every bunny; they are not naked now as in winter and nature revisits lazy virtue; thus many a corpuscle is at rest. Or maybe crusades do not really work though the walking granny knots never learn – … Continue reading

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This Poet’s Predicament

Hemmed in an agenda jungle, herded on the writing of writhing barge while mountains green and brown, with lips and language talents, exchange quips, or they did exchange quips until the dark realists invaded and found talking mountains; and sedans … Continue reading

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my outer station on the internet

what is flight other than a swim and what is a stroll that isn’t a stream and who is a turk not byzantine Absolutism is a slavery and I am no colony citizen – not red, not black, carpenter or … Continue reading

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