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Ignition

On July 8, 2022 By jbdurnettIn Fri-losophy, Thoughts on WritingLeave a comment

Impossibilities. It's impossible to be idle. Impossible to not try. Impossible not to scream. For more.

Mystified

On July 4, 2022 By jbdurnettIn Monday Coffee, Short Story SandwichLeave a comment

Five people had already been taken. A few neighbors, three kids from the nearby school. It was a vastly bright bullet from the sky. It pierced through the clouds like a whole punched through paper. From space, and spiking its ways around the person, it punctured the grassy hill and sliced miles down. It seemed …

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Sluggish, Stale, a bucket of Water

On July 1, 2022 By jbdurnettIn Fri-losophy, Thoughts on WritingLeave a comment

Stagnant. That's the feeling. When everything boils over--when the time comes to find those hidden feelings buried under the mud--there's a familiar feeling. And it's not stagnation. There's a sense of rebirth. And, a sense of hope. A different type of hope. One more akin to a passion to continue. A fight to push forward …

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Social Anxiety

On June 27, 2022 By jbdurnettIn Monday Coffee, Short Story SandwichLeave a comment

"Wait, wait, wait!" Reese yelled. He needlessly waved, but managed to holster his weapon on his hip. He had a moment of panic when the movement caused the deranged man to flinch.It was a reaction. Both knew, yet the realizations didn't stop the actions. Not in the situation of a bank robbery, with hostages, and …

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State of Mind

On June 24, 2022 By jbdurnettIn Fri-losophy, Random Poetry, Thoughts on WritingLeave a comment

It's supposed to be with feeling. But all I feel is...It's supposed to be therapeutic. But all I see is...It's supposed to be tranquil. But all I taste is...I'm supposed to be me. But all I accomplish is...There's supposed to be peace. But all I hear is...The songs down the line.

Blood Clots Stopping the Bleeding

On June 20, 2022 By jbdurnettIn Monday Coffee, Short Story SandwichLeave a comment

Have you ever felt a thought was somehow...fuzzy? Like, if you could pet the thought, and it grew fur. A pelt as thick as a bear, touched by the sheen of a wolf, rugged and pristine at the same time. That's how I came out of it. Every tiny thought, the usual of where, how, …

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Basket Case

On June 18, 2022 By jbdurnettIn Fri-losophy, Short Story SandwichLeave a comment

A thought rattled her bones, just a couple minutes after midnight. At the same second, when she'd rushed over her bed and tucked herself into the corner, the door slammed shut. A few items tipped off the dresser, one smashing to pieces on the floor. The bed's posts dragged against the wood, offset from the …

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11:59

On June 15, 2022 By jbdurnettIn It's Poetry My Dude, Poetry on WednesdayLeave a comment

sleight rip in the stings of a violintings of strings, a cage of wooda pack of cards flipped to piecescatching cats against the breathsanother window minutes beforethe cage rots away, giving moreshine to the seeds stuck in a holerolling as thunder, a touch of shockone second from midnight freightsdeceiving the curls among the cloudsit takes …

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Birthstone

On June 13, 2022 By jbdurnettIn Monday Coffee, Short Story SandwichLeave a comment

Every time Derrick saw his mother's grave, he got that uncomfortable twist. It yanked at the back of his throat. Every flower replaced was a pint of blood. When the picture fell, it shattered more than just a frame. The key chain rusted to pieces and stained the top of the stone that held her …

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Insight

On June 10, 2022 By jbdurnettIn Fri-losophy, Thoughts on WritingLeave a comment

There are quite a few questions, a platter of quirks and plagues, that worm through my brain. But, I feel I am learning. I feel a gain in knowledge. An increase in folds. Because I'm thinking. Over and over and over and over. Pushing and trying, over and over. When my eyes close, I only …

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