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I'm going to live the next life in the same world as my body. I'm going to conquer something stunningly simple. There's going to be a tiny house on a forgettably pleasant street. Everything is going to make sense every day. Anger is going to lie down and...

I see her here now smiling at the late day sun brightly as all the laughing caramel girls bursting out the bodega doorways onto the sidewalk oblivious to how the air falls hopelessly in love Up out of cracked cement dark flowers blow kisses at the sky

My New-ish Guitar

Me? I'm just a musing person, you can tell me by the way I write.

I bought a guitar on Friday. This is no ordinary, straight out-of-the-box, ready to play thing. Nope, it’s knackered. I bought a knackered guitar? Why the buggeration? Well, because I wanted the challenge of fixing it up. It has no electronics, no bridge,...

I inspired myself. It was so weird, looking at a forum topic, named “what’s your passion?” And being inspired by it. Well, I shall tell you my passion: Shaving. I know it doesn’t seem like it, when my face is all fuzzy, but I do enjoy a good shave. Usuall...

Less of a Musing, More of a Rant.

I'm a little peeved. Better write about it. I hate that word: Peeved.

I vigorously dislike it when you give someone advice, and they just don’t take it. You know, I gave some really good advice. I was kind about it, but it was just ignored. I can’t rant about it here without giving it away, but fucking hell, really? You kno...

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From Maya Angelou to BABYMETAL

I wrote and I wrote and it evolved into this.

I remember when I first read a Maya Angelou poem. I was literally awestruck. I was in high school and we were studying poetry in English class. We studied Norman MacCaig, William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson and few others. Maya Angelou wasn’t one of them...

Salamanders and The Constitution

Make of this what you will. I'll still swill from a quill. Bill.

My legs curled around me,my arms stretched out a little,a can of beer beside me.Wishing I had an axolotl.Cute wee things,what happiness they brings,A salamander in half-evolutionwhich makes my head do a revolution.I often wonder about prostitution:Is it b...

Drunken Poem

One has to ask: Was I drunk or just tired? Nobody will ever know <3

Emotions are addictive,Sometimes not predictive,Wait, emotions predict you?No, you should wear a shoe.This poem was meant to be serious,But it seems to have taken a turn,that wasn’t even a rhyming couplet,nor was that.Not all poems have to rhyme,But if th...

Dying Without Dying

Found this when I was browsing my stories folder on my laptop. I'd forgotten that I'd written it!

The man ate a sandwich,He snacked and smiled,He ate that sandwich,But then he choked,Poor dude, On a bit of bacon, he croaked.The woman knitted, She knitted a sweater,Then she got up,And she flitted.Made a cuppa tea,Now she’s D. E. A. D.Two ordinary death...