Letters to the World February Eleven 2023 Oops, I did it again. “Again?” I hear you ask. Yes, again. Again, it looks like I self-published another book of poems instead of attaching a cover letter & sending it off to publishers for months of waiting patiently. Whoops. This / is the post I’ve put offContinueContinue reading “About releasing my book “Nothing / is Forever” as a Time Capsule… (Plus, link to purchase)”
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)) Sad & Philosophical ,,, that’s me
Warning: Stream of Consciousness Journal Ramblings Ahead….. I’m not suicidal, nor depressed to the depths I’ve been, nor dissociative to the degree I’ve been… but I’m a little empty, a little numb. I’m a little lost feeling, though less so than I’ve been before. It’s a haunting; the ghost of anguish stealing my mind orContinueContinue reading “)) Sad & Philosophical ,,, that’s me”
Book Release Reading
Letters to the WorldApril Seventeen 2022 Today is Easter Sunday. The symbolic holiday of birth & rebirth & all the magic that comes with spring. As a recovering Christian, I find myself still fond of this holiday. Maybe it’s just this time of year? The return of light, sunshine & warmth. The growth all around,ContinueContinue reading “Book Release Reading”
[ The head, the girl, & the lighthouse;
[ The head, the girl, & the lighthouse; having left earth some time ago, –capsuled or freeform I don’t know, are in any case alive, dreaming & vast; they are in the company ofThe Archetype Anima in the dream at last. ] Far, far away… SCENE ,,Loose slips of dark ships slink laboriously through myContinueContinue reading “[ The head, the girl, & the lighthouse;”
POEM: Gemini — the communicator
Gemini — the communicator Battered thoughts spewed uncontrollably through eager lips. I am not quiet. I am not easy. I am / torrential downpour during / hurricane, turned flood — devoured streets, homes & love. There are a million thoughts flitting through my mind. (At any given time.) ( & ) I’m a gemini —ContinueContinue reading “POEM: Gemini — the communicator”
The Year I Finally Learned How to Spell “Quarantine”
Letters to the WorldJanuary Three | 2022 New year / 2022 / Same old-Same old —// a little, anyway. Anyway I amalmostup to the action in my little “while-quarantined” Short Story, as of yetuntitled. A sudden burst of creativity.You know, this whole / days & days in the house thing really has apsychiatric writer’s retreatContinueContinue reading “The Year I Finally Learned How to Spell “Quarantine””
2021 (2022)
Letters to the WorldDecember Thirty-One 2021 Goodbye to nothing I won’t bring into 2022. Strapped to my back, a target towards depression. I can at least hope for mania? Leveled out “okay” in small bursts. & you? What will you bring into 2022 as your second skin? The dark passenger of your ride around &ContinueContinue reading “2021 (2022)”
Happy Like a Lunar Cycle —
Happy Like a Lunar Cycle — Nothingness has beenextinguished. & what I thoughtwould happen, didn’t. Set free from theshackles of infinity, only here & present now. Only unbound from dreams. (I peer in, & learn & leave.) Killing those / self-fulfilling prophecies of inner torture & pain, self -destruction, rain / like torrential downpouron myContinueContinue reading “Happy Like a Lunar Cycle —”
(i miss my mom, man)
Letters to the WorldOctober Twenty-Nine 2021 For years my mother could do little besides mature me beyond my time. I held the weight of her guilty eyes, droopy as daggers piercing past my resolve. I’ve soaked in her tears & anguish, desperation I’ll never get to know better. I wonder to myself the secrets ofContinueContinue reading “(i miss my mom, man)”
Driving away
Letters to the WorldOctober Twenty-Eight 2021 What is there to do when waking up from a depressive episode? There has been a shroud like mourning, cloaking me in dark thoughts & miserable feelings; I have crossed through hell again. Only, this was not a hell of fire, no. Instead, a terror over fleshhood, an isolationContinueContinue reading “Driving away”
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