Keep It Regular
Writing about human interactions is sometimes as pleasurable as experiencing human interactions. As a writer it is easy to slip into valuing the former and casting aside the latter. Your work and your life will suffer. The ingredients for writing are life…
I have been writing a lot. And I have published a fair bit too. There is a joy in hard work. If you write something that touches someone else then it is all the better. I have been on TikTok quite a…
I’m writing for myself. Liar. Why post it somewhere if you don’t expect someone to read it? I see you blush and smile when someone says that they like your writing. When someone says that you have moved them or said something…
if you believe the one you love is the better person you have to at least do nothing to worsen their life but when you look in their eyes you know they feel the same about you personal pain is a filter…
can’t sit how i used to can’t shit how i used to time has abused you past habits have fused you and youth has refused you access to the fountain the inverse mountain underneath where the old mans sits and where the…
You have to plan like it is all going to come off and react accordingly when it doesn’t. I had an idea of where I was going as the year started, and physical stuff kind of intruded and made it hard to…
anger poetry can get personal seems like a rehearsal and an almost reversal into something other than confrontation so comes the hesitation to write it this thing: you invite it do you even want to fight it? rebellion has always been against…
suck down food you starving fuck dog outside, hit by truck fortune cookie asexual bookie says, just your luck there are no ladies left under neon lights on chip paper street near cigarette gutter testing gravity with bread and butter we were…
You push towards the end of the day and you try to complete all the targets that you have set for yourself, because the completion of them gives you a warm fuzzy feeling inside. And you have something to show for it.…
He sits there and he does something. He looks at it and he wonders why it is not what he wants it to be. He wishes that he could cut it out of his mind and put it on the page, but…