little sphinx
little sphinx who knows what a cat thinks but you are beautiful and i understand the love i am writing you crawl on my chest i am resting, you know what’s best nuzzling in under the defenses your size catches me off…
Tag: writing
do we hate everyone?
do we hate everyone? i’ve half a mind to the things you peer through distortion lenses broken fences postural echoes do you know the time? do you have the time? we waste it fail to taste it argue others erased it but…
Inner Rewind Zone
In a Rewind Zone. Calais was designation Chanticleer One. It was funny to him that he could walk around in one of these causally screwed up regions and barely any of the denizens had a clue that time was rolling in the…
the amoral compass
those things you shouldn’t do which you casually do the landscape your drive through the moments you survive through you can’t claim a stock in shocks when you build up moral stumbling blocks in a tower that for a moment holds and…
find a way
gotta find a way to praise on the darkest of days i was the son, here are my rays don’t think about when the weave frays think about how the design stays alight in your heart like a phrase the morning comes…
billed or build
build contradictions in the same space and stuff the ghosts in behind the same face and claim that there is no trace of the path that led to this fractured place i can stop dead and peel a head and find what…
One Problem Reflected In Broken Mirror
It is funny that you sometimes work out the techniques that you need to navigate a certain maze, and then you look at and fail to see that it is actually the solution that you needed to navigate all the mazes, because…
fishing
throwing back red herrings hanging onto salmon of knowledge sprats to catch mackerel it’s a little fishy getting schooled looking for no blood in the water or to leap the shark working on an ark to not be in the belly of…
Story Engine
If a story were an engine I would be able to listen to it and tell you where the error in the running was located. Is it the narrative drive belt? Are the paragraph pistons not firing? Is the idea fuel not…
the freedom in the flaw
the way you remember the story the way you wrap the gift the glass smoothed out in longshore drift some former glory something from the past played out divining with a hazel twig in a drought i was unwritten once we were…