Seems I don’t write much these days of intoxication helping me see the mind and love of god. Just feels desperate now. All I want is escape into hope. There has to be something better.
Tag Archives: writing
Analyria
It’s funny to me, in my advanced age, how I would write so much poetry in my younger days, yet I never actually read any poetry. I still find myself unwilling and – if we’re being gracious – functionally unable to read poetry. It’s physically uncomfortable. Once I see verse on the page, my mind …
Eros: Miss, I’m Sore
I was bemoaning to a friend earlier tonight, what with the major icy weather event we’re having here in Austin, that I seldom get holed up in my house long enough that I connect with my creative drive to produce something artistic. The weather here is just so nice year round (until it is definitely …
Plug
So much artistic, emotional, creative constipation. Hoping for the right stool softener the break through so I can make the best shit in my life. Instead, clenching, hoping for diamonds.
Wires and Rhyme
I wrote a lot of poetry in my younger days. Like, a lot. It was my jam. Sometimes there was meter, sometimes there was rhyme, but I considered myself more of a free-verse poet. And most of it was terrible (bad poetry, oh noetry!). But I kept writing — so much so that my friend …