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Spurs: A Poem
What a rebel, calling peace antidoteand poem testamentof all days and nights that follow usinto obscurity, anonymity, the maskundone, and behind it frailmystic menace shot with fright.What a bone to pick with you,lonely dancer of the songchanted in terse, voluptuous terrorthat might’ve carried with its bellclinging to the clang and cuckooa simpler tale of the… Continue reading
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What’s the best way to deal with negative thoughts?
Negative thoughts are often a silent alarm (or a fire alarm, depending) that something in me requires attention. The inclination of the human in me is, perhaps, to pay attention with dominance, the desire to quell the alarm with a firm response. Seems the route most efficient to ending the problem, which appear to be… Continue reading
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What’s a common misconception people have about happiness?
In The Pursuit of Happiness the protagonist (I forget his name…Will Smith) says it made him wonder, how Thomas Jefferson knew to pen the idea on the constitution that happiness was a thing to pursue as though something never really attained, but chased. Something like that. I think the other side of the coin is… Continue reading
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Describe One Simple Thing You Do That Brings Joy to Your Life.
(Jetpack often glitches on the daily prompt section, so I wrote this before I realized it was an old prompt. That said, it’s a good one, so here’s a new response for you.) 🙂 I imagine it seems funny to watch, and an unoriginal answer though it may be, I must admit the truth: meditation—simply… Continue reading
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The Unbending Top
“The city lights faltered in their blaze when compared to the teetotum’s sheen,” one amongst the forty-seven witnesses attending the rooftop bar that night would later testify to a room full of reporters from local to international the story of the “Unbending Top,” as mainstream social media consensus dubbed the object, which had obviously been… Continue reading
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Favorite Albums: Vanessa Carlton–Rabbits on the Run (2011)
A lo-fi, unpretentious, aching-love-sound that feels like a rainy mid-late November overcast, slightly foggy, slightly misty, chill afternoon in the moors of England, severed from most all civilization for at least half a day’s travel by foot—the sole method of transport to and from that area, unless you want to draw a carriage, but the… Continue reading
