My cats seriously brought on the banter today, throwing up and tumbling over chairs as I tried to discuss how we can get an outline done if we only overcome fear. This is what I get for recording at lunch time. Hope you had a Happy Halloween!!!
A void of sun, floating in this shineless cavern
holding on to the grip as I held to the notion you would return
to find me
to relieve and relive
the cool spring of our friendship
upon which we lifted
and hovered weightless
at one point in time, ascending
upward and nearing an illumination
that felt like you
and I cherished that hope as a yard void of insects
A continued affliction
that makes your smaller
to mean less
until the limbs
over-extended and distant
from the teasing invitation
so close to memory and artery
now fancies itself artillery
threatening the mote
Poetry and whatever else comes to mind based on my #icprompts on Instagram!
Time to get the Instagram prompts over to the blog! Check them out if you are in need of of a little spark to jumpstart your creativity. Let’s see how this goes!
“How is it that everything changed when you came down?”
On a Friday
full of freedom
I sang behind the wheel
The black days now behind me
I look forward to the miles ahead
And as the chorus left my lips
and I waved at the sorrowful faces of my neighbors
I rolled down the window to bathe
in the careless dance of the wind
I held the comforting song
in the cavern of my mouth
This cave soaring
above the speed limit
that held the wonder of my tone
The tune and wind and sunshine were a veil
and it made me feel an endless bliss
Just as the wasp slipped in at fifty miles an hour and into my mouth
and I rolled down
toward the black.
My schedule is still busy but I’m starting to find my groove. I started recording this version of my short podcast a few weeks ago but I figured it’s time I get it on the blog! It’s taken some time to find what works, but this will be a great experiment to pursue. the ingredients were there: My desire to document and share my creative mistakes, the travails of a working class person, the time management or lack-there-of, the search for creative discipline. It sounds awesome but it’s not quite there yet. I am incredibly hopeful I can continue to learn and grow thanks to this creative exercise.
The show is CREATIVE DRIVE, a short pod recorded in my car during my commute to and from work. It’s brief, lo-fi, and an honest commentary about how to stay creatively fulfilled. We working class creatives find time, no matter what. So here we go!
Make art, make haste.
Temporary artwork until I can polish the perfect design!
I wanted to know why the hands
for the strings
they were caked
bumps and callous patterns
not the right
kind of progressions
not the desired ones
the stuttering grip
and the delicate-less
fumble of the fretless
here I set beyond the waking hours
with the deepest of needs
why the strumming
why the strumming
why the strumming had to stop.