Emotions on her sleeve she sniffs a lifetime of words blows out a breath and commences to speak All anxiety vanquished by a picture flowing off her tongue A pane of painted tempered glass protects the poet from evil winds It's all a loss she wrote Time will heal these wounds A time capsule of…
Anonymous 10/13/2016
I used to be less anonymous fear of recrimination and persecution Ridiculous. My words will always be used against me There is nothing I can do to stop the stupidity. Words can always be used, twisted and thrown as weapons.
I was going
I was going somewhere when I passed a blinking cursor, calling to me it winked. A wink given must be returned, so I did and I can't stop coming up with things to type. M a y b e t h e t h e o r y o f m y f o l…
500 Posts
First of all I'd like to thank WordPress for keeping track of the number of blogs I have written. I completely ignored my two year anniversary, but 500 posts makes me think this forum is best for my mental journaling. That's a lot of meandering around multiple points. Thanks for being there through my child…
Everyday Inspiration, Day Six: The Space to Write
Where I Write In true Amanuensis style, I write in bed. I don't even need to turn over to grab my laptop. Though I could write another post about the pain that occurs when I leave the laptop on my hips while I read and write. That is a pain so exquisite, I've written enough…
Take the good with the bad
Not sure if I posted this but I found it in my drafts. 2/2/2016 Well, I mentioned the hibernation reading streak and I have to say it feels good to get up to my reading speed again. I read two series of books and wrote reviews so I could have a sense of accomplishment for…
Lemon juice messages held over a light bulb
A writing article you might want to read http://ryanlanz.com/2015/08/06/5-ways-to-know-that-youre-really-a-writer/ Go read this then return to my blog, just so you have some context. If you like that sort of thing. I wish I could say I plan to get up at ungodly hours of the morning to write, but it's quiet-ish and my brain is…
One of these days
One of these days I should try to find out what happened to the cheesy horror film movie reviewer from the Friday newspaper magazine insert who used to have the following criteria for movies: (Please forgive my aging memory- Klonapin induced amnesia of the 1980's blocks of time are just evaporating) Boob count or nudity Blood…
Which one
which one of my weird children cut a spiral into the tip of my pencil? It's like a path leading from the wood up to the summit of the lead. They must have used a sharp object and spun the pencil on it. Peculiar or abnormal, it makes writing seem like double vision. If I…
Ready profound but me, bedtime interspersed with buzzzzzzzzzzzzz
5/4/15 1:00am I was ready to write something profound and worthwhile, but my attention span got the best of me again. It is bedtime and the Octoplush keeps playing its song interspersed with my bear breathing and a stink bug with a death wish. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, plop Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, plop, snore, snore, buzzzzzzzzzzzz, plop. I should be…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 