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remedy
in a desperate attempt to regain my focus i found myself walking the streets of the city for days on end buying random thoughts from ordinary people in hopes of curing the quiet desperation of an idle...
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first call same as last call
I stroll into the kitchen to mix another drink and as I return I realize this one is no more important than the previous ones and that they all contribute cumulatively to my intoxicating creativity...
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yesterday’s sunshine
you store it in virtual bottles stashed away in far away places sealed tight and out of sight you inspire to relive the bottling hidden from everyday reality filled with genuine creativity and dying...
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my misbehaving poetry
by Daniella Sciuto & J Matthew Waters a mess of discarded words surround the waste paper bin a screwed up frustrating mishmash of misbehaving poetry sent to Coventry the current state of affairs...
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coloring for two
flip style box top magically opens revealing sixty-four crayolas fingers and voices counting and calling each by name eyes sparkling cheeks blushing lips smiling the youngest and oldest of minds...
View Articleon playing god
when you don’t think but simply do that’s the condition you are after a natural state of motion actively determinable but unrealized in the mind from there you sit still in the center of your own...
View Articledrawing upon experience
the illustrator is a solitary sort unaffected by the price of electricity or groceries quietly going about the business of pleasing one child at a time as a student of life itself nothing was out of...
View Articlealternative thoughts
I’ve taken an interest in illustrating her pretty white lies turning them into pretentious trees inside my newly acquired little black book music on the radio I pause & choose who should I believe...
View Articlethat which may fall from above
rhyme & meter fail me as I reach for words [like a kite] caught up in a tree there is no pattern to follow no cut & paste or rinse & repeat only a faint premonition stirring within the...
View Articlean unlikely beer run
I got mustard on my keyboard and like most things from my past I find myself swiping & starting over again the potato salad could use a little more mustard I remember telling myself post facto...
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