Category Archives: creativity

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April snow


i really should write something, you know

before i start my paid employment

it behoves me to scribble some nonsense down

you know

something that i don’t but you do


is my brain rattling loose

i didn’t like that line though it’s something

you know

now how do i get out of this meandering loop

and stop wasting time whatever that is though i think

you know

i have no stories (part II)

I have a problem with my brain. My brain works in flashes only. Narrative streams ––stories, if you will –– are an agony to construct. I suppose that is why I write short poems mostly. I am going about my business, bothering only a few innocent bystanders, when a poem flashes into my brain. I run; I rush; I dash to my computer or drag my phone out of my pocket (and it always catches on my jeans which are too tight…. not too tight because I am a young man with a nice ass …. too tight because I have an old man’s belly, but that is an old story). I write quickly because my brain has another problem. My brain cannot hold these poems for long. They flutter and then bash against their temporary prison in a usually successful bid at evaporation. In the past they escaped and evaporated more often than I managed to imprison them on a screen page. But as I get older I am faster despite the belly.

Sometimes, however, the flow will not stop. I have no idea where it is going, or … where it came from?  Maybe it is already fully formed in my poor brain. It just keeps coming like this ‘whatever it is’ I am writing here.

Hmmmmm. I was intending some goal. Now just what was that goal? Oh, yes. Writing in flashes when what I really want is to write a best selling novel so I can play in vats of nickels and quarters just like Scrooge McDuck. So I do not have to worry about the taxes I owe, or the debts or the fact my house is in even worse physical shape than my body.



That’s all I have to say.