I just printed out everything I’ve ever written, the finished stuff, its about 2.5 inches of stacked paper. #1.5 I went to Fedex Office today and made it double sided, wire bound it with a black back and clear front, its only about .75 of an inch thick now.
Archives for May 2010
degrees, ghosts and feeling you’re sinking
Contrite it seems that I need to find a space in which I can breathe with lungs that don’t quiver when I freeze; a spirit crushed like the powdered inks mixed with water to paint the lines of separation in grids and degrees. I ask was I; I was not ready to deal will all [...]
she
She’s my sunlight in a world that’s gray. She’s breaking through the clouds in each and every way that counts. Beams of light to save my life, I’m saving my life thinking of her a little every day. Soothing the fires raging inside with word play; twisting and bending, breaking and fixing, contorting images in [...]
idiosyncrasies
I’m completely lost in why you always address me with faded memories but for the first time I can see through your fake smiles on lips so sensuous. Fingers following the sweat that trails down your hips; I fell in, forgot original intent or why I write of you in past or future tense. It’s [...]
remission
And we gave into a giving and said thanks for simply living; we all seem to be content with existing and breathing has since became an ambition; the simple things we’re after like living and living then finding repetition lost left longing and leery in suspicion. So in these circles step softly and recite not [...]
work in progress: (a) woman
Before the pen clots and the ink stops flowing: In a moment I know by way of familiarity; all day long I’m thinking the same old thoughts and inside my head they go round in circles concentrically. And then the pen slows and the ink stops flowing. And did she ever really exist to begin [...]
the method of laces becoming pervasive
These days we find ourselves less and less engaged and lost in our own ways; we approach life at insane speeds and wave through it as if it was a sordidly composed musical piece or a life spoken about in pretense addressing a fixture in literature, little more than a synopsis describing the fiction we [...]
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