Digital Writ

Craned over these old notebooks with the sorest neck of the year, remembering the old times. In the next few days, the fruits of this project will appear. I can definitely see how I’ve progressed as a writer, if I wish to be deemed as one. She said to me, “I’m glad you’re not going…… Continue reading more projects

Time slips by. Now these projects will have to be pushed ahead, piecing together old writings and making them available again. As explained, now that I have more free time, I must assign myself some new hobbies and . . . produce. That’s the best word I can think of. Produce new material, and pull…… Continue reading it’s been awhile since I’ve had green tea; it’s amazing

I’ve been so sick, and angry from being constantly sick, sick has kept me from doing much of anything. Sunlight paints a steadiness onto my face. The lungs picket out in front of the White House for more air. More air doesn’t come. What, as citizens, are they supposed to think of their vast country…… Continue reading peeling the layers

Bust my neck up on the wall, my hands up all against it. What can you notice? He hides himself indoors with the boxes, inside with his television, off to the side of his books, seeming to call out to him and his soreness. The objects absorb the sadness like a sponge, he wonders if…… Continue reading troubles

the food falls onto my shirt it’s official – I’m ill for the long haul and the animals look at me strange with round glass eyes all beautiful let’s see what I can come up with while the storm rages up the trashcans outside the windows I look at it that sleep is split right…… Continue reading both storms

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What concerns me is that my health has diminished over the years; it only seems to be getting worse, despite my best efforts. Probably my efforts are not the best, because I seem to be missing something, and I’m cursing under my breath for it. Too many nights I find myself waking up fully congested…… Continue reading notes

The girl behind the counter carried on a full conversation with what appeared to be her friend and carried out her quarter-hearted transaction with me. Doughnuts remain an occasional indulgence. Breakfast to pacify any trace of grumbling. Incredibly bright sunlight spikes in as I write this. Pretty amazing how it works like that, as if…… Continue reading early saturday morning

Dim late night lighting with creeping hunger that rumbles and claws at the throat, reddens the eyes, draws a tired water from them. Move along while sitting still. Get out of your own head for a few pages at least. The time was dedicated fumbling for lost keys to the point of exhaustion, and at…… Continue reading this belongs to no one

not much difference looking on someone sleeping and someone lying there dead in the box with their arms folded stiff a certain way hands crossed over the chest and dressed formally for the family’s last view but what is this, a breath coming, a rising, falling chest? what is going on within that coma? a…… Continue reading a body’s stillness