Every weekday I try to do some writing. I made a promise to myself to “just write” (as the idiom goes). I leave my place, go to a coffee shop or wine bar, then sit down and write. If it’s after work, I’ll usually do a small little journal entry to get into the groove …
Category: creativity
a poem
I wrote this earlier this year. My sister made the artwork for it.
some haiku
disappointment!for I have eaten allmy yogurt sunlight through windowaimless bug can’t go outsidetrapped with me? like me? the call of the crowtaunts large cumbersome grey cloudsto cry tears of shame fuckity fuck fuckmotherfucking fuck fuckerfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck desert rain fallsswiftly and vanishesas I blink hesitation:a cat waiting to pounce on –clouds waiting to …
the mud
The mud was sad. It was a gloppy, sloppy thing that just squelched around. People mostly avoided the mud. That means that the mud was alone and this was why the mud was sad. No one really cared about the mud because no one wanted to get their shoes dirty. The mud felt like if …
Spark-less
I am going to be honest and say that I’ve been deeply struggling with finding that creative spark. I have a few creative outlets that I want to pursue: writing, music, and photography. I know I enjoy each one, but I can’t seem to keep a disciplined routine for each one. My desire to be …