Frodo, in Lord of the Rings, him being so weak is what makes him strong enough to carry the ring–contradictions like that, weak and strong in a cycle, currents of cold and warm clashing, collapsing, bottoming out, that’s the hurricane
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exhilarate/annihilate/landscape of a heart
please describe yourself, in as many words as you like, our words are boxes, so check all of them or just one of them
April Truth
I raised my hands to the heavens you came from so when you left I cried drizzles on this pitiful desert, but my arms are strong, they always did hold up the sky, one day I might lower them
March Ache
Write another masterpiece but for what purpose, to prove to people who won’t listen you’re here? (That assumption, “won’t.”
February Lies
Listen, can you hear us, pouring our heart’s grief into the keyboard? clackity-clack-clack my nails tap a peppy drum beat, staccato and quick– that way, the eavesdropping neighbors next door’ll never know the song’s so sad. But it’s there, it lives on– if my words could guide you through the dance routine they’d yank yourContinue reading “February Lies”
If a word exists, you were not the first one to say it,
So let me be the first to say, Happy San Paddywack Dia, alleft, now get a gerbilish move on, a crouton meets Charon, a Pluto meets Pharaoh, go grab that batter thingy kerbober or we’ll go zeroely conbotcher, take that, you’re a piddly puff, a pinky pie, fztcrack the bamclack and ripreronrahroo. Oh, it’s easyContinue reading “If a word exists, you were not the first one to say it,”
Productivity, Toxic
Productivity induces anxiety, like, you are a machine, so you are worth something when you produce, you are a train, chugging for the change, you’re a factory, a battery, an engine, when you produce more, you make more, you are more, if you’re idling you’re wasting gasoline, if you’re not creating, you’re a canvas withoutContinue reading “Productivity, Toxic”
Dreaming of Sparrows
There go the sparrows shot through with piercing arrows cut in hollow marrows, fall from fresh air to the steel wheelbarrow clanging like a bell in a Christmas carol
Diasozo
(to carry through safely, preserve through danger) Danger inches and slithers on zealous omens, In the dusk night it cackles to the stars and the Alabaster moon playing easy on the eyes
Ice Cream on a Plate
Ice cream on a plate reminds me of birthdays: sitting around the table
under wafting waxy candle smoke, soggy cake and vanilla