familiar nook

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Here I am again in my favorite nook
looking out to a familiar scene

wondering why we never or why no one has ever put bubbles into that fountain

thinking of times with boyfriend to come

(ta-dunt-dun…i really need a drum kit to follow me around)

listening to librarians soft chatter

and an old mans breathing next to me as he slowly taps out an email

perhaps to his long-lost daughter

but i’m romanticizing things again

i’m pretty sure he is trying to figure out how to set up an online account

times are a movin’

things are changin’

life is pattering on

time is in so i can be paid

zines have been spoke of

fiction to be sent

pages turning and newspapers rustling

articles of beautiful cars being written

three blocks away my mom soaks into another episode of Gunsmoke

71 degrees Fahrenheit the day after Christmas, ahhh Florida I love ya

birds gliding on the wind

simple pleasures when you stop to look around.

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A note about a new series: Words from Paint

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This blog archives some of my poetry along with the random & lyrical prose that I produce for content. I also have a page on here called My Art that has chronicled past art projects I have been, or had been, working on. That page has not been updated in what seems like forever, even though I’ve made much art since then. But now, with the series of blogs in conjunction with HashtagOctothorpe that will start after this post, Words From Paint takes a large 18×24 acrylic painting I finished March 2012 and accompanies sections with narrative fiction, poetry, and microfiction.

The text that goes along with the pictures is not supposed to fix the meaning of the images, but instead to open up the interpretation of what could be. The stories are just one story that could go with each scene. Later perhaps I will come back and create entirely new stories for each section of images, but for now they stand as influenced stories to expand the meaning of the paint.

I will reblog the finished link to HashtagOctothorpe when it is up.

Enjoy!

with the sweep

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and the hot, muggy air,

and jingle, jangle of the hound’s tinkling tags as she investigates, everything.

a shift from one side to the other.

a deep crack, that will eventually envelop the house whole, runs down the middle.

bicycles pulled out and dusted, a motorcycle fanned over to the wall, by the man with the vision.

and here I sit, on a cement step, watching this dance between animal and man and machine.

the broom falls over, but the loud snap is hardly noteworthy.

Day of Writing Turns

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Some Borges analysis,

along with the beginning of a new short story.

A meeting,

to jump-start the future.

Critiques of how to fix up some stories.

Buy new books.

Filled with words,

yet some I haven’t managed to put forth.

Another day, another chance,

another line I want to manipulate.

But that’s just me, I guess,

Though sometimes I wish I were

Someone else, that

Didn’t have the need to express in words the things

I feel need to be said.

Oh Morissette, please never stop crooning out those truthful blues.

To go with the flow today,

might just bring me to the right stream.

 

slow to start–

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my brain is full of cogs,

making me feel like a sop.

first real week back in the most important year,

the last,

but prior engagement screwed up my kickstart,

so things are kind of sputtered,

when I muttered the differing interpretation of what constitutes the normal path of what a man’s walk could be.

And my personal experience,

with Oedipus most stabbingly similar,

and how I fail to see how an injury, an extra trial to carry and build the character through the burden, could be so different from a normal mans path.

My literary juices just need to think more clearly and study and prepare more closely.

Now to dive into Dickinson–

post-haste.

creativity flows

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aaron, boyfriend, clatter, couches, creativity, daily poem, free verse, poem, poetry, random, relationship, reproach

the rain is the back beat,

your vocals the dominating sound

over my keyboard alternating between rapid clatter and hesitant reproach.

a jingle of metal, from the dog running around, is as cheerful as any triangle could be.

your songs take shape,

as this poem rattles on.
these words aren’t as calculated as the timing you are using for the lyrics.

nevertheless,

the creativity is flowing,

all throughout this room.

between the couches,

from your desk to mine.

television shut off between us (to keep out the invading influence).

Your side white,

my side blue,

the wall between striped blue and white.

the energy is contained,

each in our own little worlds of creativity,

but together in the sphere of the creative.