“…previously, my process of writing mostly involved swirling down the drain of imposter syndrome while simultaneously self-flagellating until the deed was done enough. After a recovery period of varying length, I’d say, ‘hmm there must be an easier way.'”
Tag: creative writing
ok fine i’ll write about martial arts and stuff
You got me, Universe or whatever. I’ll write about it. Mainly because I need to get it out of my brain. I can only talk about it outloud so much before people’s eyes glaze over. No, you don’t understand! I really need an outlet, so you are it, blog. It really shouldn’t be so hard…
hit by a poem
I was listening to Boards of Canada’s “Reach For The Dead” at work and out of the blue, lyrics. Words forming that wouldn’t quiet down or pass until I had written them down. Ok, poem. I hear you. today I was plucked out of the oppression of time and placed into the void vacuum of space…
spring time
waiting for the lady in the mountains whose footsteps reveal the greenery vibrancy underneath and from the earth whose voice echoes against rock and through canyons who calls across distances to awaken who stirs the blood with eyes like fire who welcomes weary travelers with springs of water who points the way and shows how…
directed
when the waves were crashing endlessly when thunderous the animal inside staring back from between grasses when the voice amplified too loud to ignore they chuckled nervously shifting eye contact between them looking for places to point their fingers they were confronted with a mirror so clear so visible the violations and yet one scoffed…
to be written
whistle on the tracks high pitched hum the shake and sway while my fingers catch letters words fly forward like a typewriter punching keys the page is not as empty as it once was the music continues streaming endlessly a beat linked together like the words they combine together form a picture with no picture…
shifting viewpoints of the night sky
night sky a blanket that is not smoothed out the light from a full moon can be piercing making eyes water bright and blurry until shifting gaze looking differently into the distance the nuances of the moon’s exterior are in full view detail takes my breath and gives it to the beauty of the moment …
i live on a planet of sound
i live on a planet of sound highs and lows form the landscape the temperature the texture echoing calls from far off voices that carry over tremendous distances a beat that makes walking an adventure a thrill an experience clouds you could reach to warm harmony that drifts into a distant horizon
the many little things of today
went a new way today discovered a surreal plant discovered how one street was connected to another did many small things that i hope will have an impact felt better when i left than i did as i entered taking a deep breath here we go found ways to help those around me found little…
all night
sweat room full of magenta purple bright light pans every corner tiny moving reflections circle the room expanding into points warped by their orbits and 90s house beat vibrating basslines that carry us across warm mid levels with synthetic piano dancing shadows move in a small room crowded empty each one alone even in the…
The Dynamics of Groove 