say no to clowns

ebullient decay…

Rs not minding Ps and Qs — May 28, 2017
life and death issues. mainly life. except when they’re about death. which is also life. maybe life/death — May 25, 2017

life and death issues. mainly life. except when they’re about death. which is also life. maybe life/death

I was planning to write the best poem in the history of the known universe tonight, naturally, right? {*life goals*. This point made even more credible and significant by these squiggly brackets.}
Then I started drinking this rum and coke and it seems the poem fell into the glass {because, where else would it be?}
I thought I could drink down to it. Turns out, I am still kind of naive about a few things…

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Insecurities and other such fun things… — May 22, 2017

Insecurities and other such fun things…

So I was merrily going my way along WordPress today, and then I saw a quote, (egads I hear you say)…but it reminded me of something that had been on my mind, but wasn’t sure I should divulge, (and how many buts could I have in one sentence, but anyway…)

I live, mostly, in a general state of bewilderment, and it has been such a wonderful surprise to discover the amount of other people on WP in such a state. I feel like we should be stretching out a big picnic blanket and then oohing and aahing over all of the somewhat disgustingly interesting food we would bring out of our baskets. (Just a forewarning…my food will be a perfect candidate for those “Nailed It” comparison posts on social media I never get sick of.) Plus, you will have to be patient with me as I fight urges to hug everyone, which I do constantly when I read your gut wrenching, devastatingly glorious writing.
But I think I am digressing, I’m not sure.

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A non ode to recalcitrant poem particles — May 19, 2017
inversely stack shaped (take two) — May 17, 2017
16 words — May 7, 2017
Assiduous Respiratory Therapy — May 6, 2017
lagged at jet speed (take two) — May 5, 2017
it’s January second afterall… — May 2, 2017

it’s January second afterall…

(Today, while inspired by the wonderfully creative and philosophical mind of Aurora, once again, Threadbare, that’s me myself and me all over again I was reminded of this. And check out her blog, too, if you haven’t.)


Confused by the vapid voices of renewal

because it surely wasn’t her heart

that languided out of the new year cake

they did used to jump she recalled

she thought it was time to do something.

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“stainache” part two — May 1, 2017
“stainache” — April 25, 2017
Why… — April 17, 2017
get thee behind me, clown — April 12, 2017
attenuating melancholic circumstances —
— April 9, 2017
we meet in the pooled blood (take two) — April 7, 2017
I hate to say but I’m not sure Murphy likes you — April 1, 2017
something (part two) — March 31, 2017
here’s the thing… — March 27, 2017