You’d think that beginning would be the tough part. Meaning here. The abyss of a blank page, albeit in this case digital, staring not only back at, but seemingly right through you. Seeing all for what you are and are not, without an illusion left to shield you. And it matters, because if I don’t…
Tag: change
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.30.24
The house is a mess. The sink is full, dirty laundry strewn about the basement as though someone were pulling it apart looking for some sort of secret. My back hurts as it so often did in the days where I took little to no care of my still young flesh. There are half a…
old act
has the part been overplayed?karmic correction fordays former,all narcissisticinformedand adorning,sustained in insubordination the stage, eroded,the scenery a delicacy tovicious idiotswith over-sizeddreams.in all timestillunknowing,engaged in patternsshowing, andshown to be deficiencies exquisitely extrapolatedwhilecapitulated truthgoesinattentively along,just,a song,muttered out, loud,the ancient tune,sacral in succinct disharmony and kept just above tepidat alltimesbyfrictioned philosophies andthe abstract actualitiesdeemingthemselves regent,or something supremeenoughto be…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.23.24
I want this all to hit harder. Make it hurt. Put the heart back into it. Or the guts. Or the balls, to use a term of the damned patriarchy.
The Veracious Facade 