This morning, with my warm cup of coffee in hand, I looked out of the kitchen window, And gazed upon and gorgeous brushstrokes of pink, orange, rose, and blue with wispy clouds dabbed onto the canvas. I cannot help but smile. Humbly yours, J
Unmarked Grave
I stopped my car on a road that I’d never travelled. I didn’t use the gps; I’ve no idea how I reached my stopping point. I opened the trunk, retrieved the supplies, and set off in a random direction. I stopped after a time, though I don’t count how long. Then I began to dig, […]
Did you make your bed?
I’ve heard it said, that you should start each day by making your bed. Supposedly this action provides a sense of accomplishment, and drive, to perform more and more tasks throughout the day, thus leading to each day being a fulfilling experience. What if you forget to make your bed? Does this mean that you […]
Stop. Listen.
Stop. Listen. What do you hear? Do you hear the chirping of birds? Do you hear the wind in the trees? Do you hear nothing at all? Do any of these sounds fill you with a sense of anger or stress? Do you tense up at the sound of rain falling upon the ground? Do […]
Tilting over
Everything, the flowers, emotions, puppies, and feelings, The gifts, and promises, assurances, and adulations, the smiles and afirmations, commitments and determinations, Were laid upon a ghost, who will no longer rise to disappoint. No more pantomime, no more capitulation, No more sublime, No more surprise. But hope, survives.
Let down, replace. Let down, repeat.
I got stuck, deep in your web of lies, clinging for dear life as our boat capsized. I bought in, to the pitch you were sellin’, Holding tight to the bouquet that was dyin’. You’re a let down, but you wont be the last one. You’re a let down baby, and you thought I was […]
A very pumpkin New Year
It has been a very bizarre year. It wasn’t enough that we had to deal with a massively disruptive pandemic, which affected all aspects of life, but the world was affected by additional oddities in 2020 that were almost too strange for words. We had murder hornets. We had massive wildfires that destroyed the Australian […]
The Waste (XV)
The figure glided towards her hunched-over form with the dexterity of a ninja, her sobs muffling the otherwise barely audible shuffle of soles across wood. Abigail’s keen senses felt the approaching presence of the stranger, as the curious bird cried out in the trees in the distant darkness. A phantom heat drew her attention over […]
Contemplation
Appeal to others, with the assumption that their disposition is open, but beg not for understanding, from ones whose minds have routinely proven closed to you. Humbly yours, J