One day at a time, one day at a time--Where do you begin?Where do you end?One day at a time, one story at a time--It's a journey, it's a marathon--One day at a time--
Tag: thoughts
For Now
Sometimes there's a day when frustration rattles every word and sentence. It becomes a fight up a muddy hole. Chapters and ideas seem like burnt mush. And every possibility to improve a book, or start something new, melts away before I can get a decent grip. I seem blind. Frustration gains a firmer grip, and …
a loose spiral addiction
caught, standing in prison, with rats and pigs taking the right leg, adding it to the hoard under the floor, risen to a height with a mixing door, the left leg torn and shredded, a throne breaded by blood and gnats, grown to stand at the top of the hill, built by piles of bone, …
One Day at a Time
The struggle. It's not much. It doesn't feel like it's much. The struggle seems petty and small, and never seems to amount to something worth while. Because the struggle attacks like a rabid wolf. A starving wolf. I guess everything and everyone struggles. To some degree. But, it makes no sense to me why I …
A dripping thought
An offense. A challenge. A force. A torrent. A change.A death. A farce. A stillness. A drought. A silent cub. A perfect moment between the words.
Rigor mortis
the grass, the moon, the four legged beast scuffing through dust,antlers dug into a tree, creaks from the bark, horns in the mud,plants through skin, snakes on the branches, eyes watching,a pool of plasma, a silver skinned monster, buried in the muck,diamonds cutting glass, a hissing animal, covered by the sounds,of the forest. a bloody …
Each and Every Heavy Thought
I accept that I'm a writer. But that's pretty much it. I don't know the rest. I've been attempting to figure that out for a long time. Identity, style, personality--sometimes I feel like none of these exist without my ability to be a writer. I tie a lot of things into my so-called "way of …
Loss and Time
Life can throw so many things at you. Death is one of them. Dealing with it--Hurts. The time was a gift. And no matter how I feel, life continues to move forward.
Incorruptible
I sometimes feel like I need to fight. Not against something. More like for something. Well, I take that back. It is against something. Myself. My brain. Or the sweet, sweet sensation with not being complacent. I always feel like I'm fighting. I'm that guy who always feels buried. Or I'm that guy refusing to …
A Strong Forward Push
The ideas never stop. Through the black and the muck, it's absolutely a wondrous feeling when all I want to do is write for the day. So, I'm basking at the moment. While I still can, before the eventual round trip has its way with me.
Just Buckle Down 