Well, whadya know? We made it to the second day. Woot woot! Just some musings about a topic that everyone talks about so.much. here. It’s not the best; it’s not even really a poem, but we tried?
faith
When Life Gives You Tuna Mushroom Pizza…
Today was one of those hard-hitting Gospel truth days.
Don’t Let Me Shine
Well, hey, I’m not dead…and I’m back with a non-fiction, non-poetry post, so if that’s not your thing, feel free to check back whenever I next decide to brush the dust off of this blog and post again. But if you’re interested in transitions, wrestling with purpose and placement, and my favorite BTS member, Yoongi, read on.
Prospect
It’s in the little things.
Stripping walls of posters that have hung for years.
Examining belongings, what stays, what goes.
Just items, but memories too. Continue reading
Measure
We’re all trying to find our measure.
In still black and white,
Or artfully arranged plants in
Carefully articulated colors. Continue reading
Always
Forward, forward, forward.
Always.
Can’t look back; can’t look now.
Forward, forward, forward.
Always. Continue reading
Flowah
So I joined a blog of Texas writers and we take turns posting on Mondays. (If you want to give it a look, here’s the link: https://thirdcoastwriters.wordpress.com/) It’s helping me to at least be a little more consistent with writing, which means this blog may be updated more consistently. (Hooray!) We decided to do themes and this month’s theme is “Describe the Indescribable.” Here’s my entry:
Flowah
The place is on the verge of being too warm. A couple more people, a few more smokers, and the air’d be too close, too thick. But for now, it’s comfortable, hazy in a way that feels like contentment. Just slightly sticky tables, a couple of beers, and two blokes in a pub.
But Harry’s determined to disturb the peace. “Come now, no backing out. Give us a definition.”
“But it ain’t –“ Tom rasped, taking a moment to clear his throat. Collect his thoughts. Pull himself from dampened atmosphere. “It ain’t the kinda thing that you can describe.”
“Try.” Harry wasn’t impressed.
