I had no idea where that first line was going to go when it popped into my head… The lake in the mirror a faraway place dark around the edges quiet, but no balm to the system empty of something vital separate from reality Spaces red spaces blue spaces aground beneath dirt mounds from long [...]
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Blank page (A poem)
I normally write with pen and paper, but I have been using my computer a bit more the last few days… The page has been feeling a bit empty lately bare in the absence of ink The death of print has been exaggerated greatly Looks like I picked the wrong week to give up drink… [...]
A few minutes from now, you’ll never know we were here (a poem)
Taking photographs and drinking coffee this morning. There’s no film left in the camera the shutter clicks the motor whirs but nothing comes out Condensation forms on the boxes of newly retrieved film packs my fingerprints visible in the damp as I pour another cup A thin sludge of grounds leaves a trail inside the [...]
No fingerprints (a poem)
Written while watching the Season 2 finale of Orange is the New Black… Fingerprints are nowhere to be found can they prove there was even a crime? The scene is vacant no signs of life What were they doing there anyway? How do ghosts get by without being noticed? (I don’t believe all that crap [...]
Ordinary Average Thoughts 