When I close my book,
do the characters get trapped
in time or pages?

In between the screens
the typing keys,
the (gradient) lines,
the buzzing phones,
there is
        peace
        space
        silence.

Fear for the Unknown

  "The only thing we have to fear is
                                     fear itself."



Fish in a pail swim
Anxious circles & they can't see
The waddling bird yet.

The Pint of a Groggy Moat


“If writers wrote as carelessly as some people talk, then adhasdh asdglaseuyt[bn[ pasdlgkhasdfasdf.”
― Lemony Snicket


There are 2 mornings of types
How I wake up:
1, the glorious morning seeps in my being and
fills me with light for the day.
2, the mornious gloring beeps in my ceiling and
tilts me with fight for delay.

This morning was the second type.

ring² (/rɪŋ/)
verb

1. (of my ears) the thing they do when filled
with another disappointing, wordy silence, especially
when I'd so hoped to hear you say... Read more

• The thing my heart does when it hears
those 3 little emotion-packed words
(never said by you).

(See also, "disappointment")

Phrases: "Did you eat?", "Are you okay?",
"I made you breakfast..."

"I love you"

I.
Munching on a bowl
of leftover coleslaw;
My jaws feel like they're chewing
12 gumballs all at once.
The slaw from my mouth keeps falling
back to the bowl;
The serving spoon's (heaped)
too large for my mouth.

II.
It's too white to be green and
too orange to be purple,
But (for my tummy)
this bowl of coleslaw
is more yummy than bread.

III.
It feels good to feel good,
good to be healthy.
My food tastes of words
and this poem is crunchy.

As I was soaking in the morning gold
the wind wandered through my hair
stroking my locks
embracing my being
“He’s dreaming of you,”
she said to me, “Misses his sweetheart,”
she smiled
And before I could question or red cheeks
she left,
glancing once over her shoulder in greeting