A Poet’s visit

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…

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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…

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…