Laughter is a feather. Anger is a brick.
Depths
Grief is a haunted lake that’s all too easy to drown in.
Sepulturæ
Our bodies are the burial grounds of dead time.
“Time! where didst thou those years inter
Which I have seene decease?” —Wm. Habington
Decide
Life is a neverending series of judgment calls.
Literary life
My life is — in a word — words.
Measureless
Facts and figures are never the whole story.
Inside the lines, outside the box
Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines.
Seek & find
“Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.”
—Frank Herbert, Chapterhouse: Dune, 1985
Bartleby
How can something bother you if you won’t let it?
Dreams & ink
Poetry is reverie on paper. Poets are daydreamers
Discomforts
We are creatures trapped in culture.
Unabashed
Don’t edit the demons — let them scream.
Run for it!
Chase down your passion like it’s the last bus of the night.