Make America great again.
Reverse and rewind, turn back time,
To once upon a rose colored nostalgia.
Make America – regress –
Take us back too many steps,
Led by manipulated conviction, fearful of complex fact,
No deep thoughts; all kneejerk act. Continue reading “Color Schemes – Where Are We Now?”
The oak wavers not;
stable, inexorable,
spreading its root wide.
Steve D
Summer Storms
Impact –
Lightning Strike
Of a flashbulb memory Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Memory”
I learned two things today! Continue reading “June’s Theme: On Top A Desolate Mountain Of Hope”
He stands on the corner amidst the sea
Watching the people flow down the street
With their tenacity and their gnashing teeth
Sniffing out a piece of Joe Don’s defeat
Hard hat yellow
Belt like espresso
Protruding blades and metal Continue reading “Galumphing – Carpenter, Cloud, Outer Space – SD”
Fire in presence/
Ice in absence
For the heart?
I’ll burn, I’ll freeze
Death by degrees Continue reading “Color Schemes – Red & Blue”
Rose, magenta, peach –
all ripple and weave on the
early horizon.
Steve D
Which would you rather have? Peace? Or Freedom?
If I could tear off my weighted wings,
For a quick taste of absolute freedom,
Would the cage-less existence,
Satisfy my urge to soar? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #13: Wings”
I enjoy cliffhangers in novels. As someone in the marketing profession, I also understand why they are often used at the ends of novels. I’ll be just finishing up the story when the author throws a curveball, making me go Oh shit, how can you leave me hanging like that?! And then Book 2 comes out and I buy it immediately, because obviously I have to see what happens. It’s good business.
But as a narrative device? I’m becoming more and more skeptical of the end-of-book cliffhanger. Continue reading “Creativity Sessions: Cliffhangers as a Narrative Device”
Why rehash the silent past? Just:
Why?
Fuck you.
I have never hated anyone as viciously as I have loved you.
It seems as soon as I’ve loosened the noose my desire slipped around my heart,
You tighten your hold. And pull the leash, ripping open anew old gaping wounds,
Started by my affection, moved from infection to deadly disease –
Tearing, eviscerating, scarring all my hard earned peace,
To bloody ribbons and dripping gore.
I really fucking hate you; I don’t know if I can treat it anymore.
But you don’t know that I hold it inside. I look you dead in the eyes
And I lie.
And I lie.
And I lie.
Because my heart is still tied and my head is still loyal and my hands are still guilty
But –
I have never hated anyone as viciously as I have loved you.
I still love you. I hate you too. Just as much, if not more…
Not for the reasons you assume.
The cruelty of the refusal to let me go. Do you even notice
Your ill timed pull on me? It’s always slightly right before
I move on completely. Continue reading “Viciously – JG”
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