Narrative Paralysis

Tomorrow starts National Poetry Month. Each year I follow NaPoWriMo here  and use it for inspiration in a daily prompt. I post those results...

  Today I will write something. Step into the face of creation, stare at it, Be blinded by the force of the collective will Existing within ...

  Raining down love  and warm feelings doesn’t grow a person, doesn’t feed a family, doesn’t secure a nation, barely the sound of a single h...

I may be finished with this era of good feelings though I haven’t decided the consequences of such a declaration. Each day is a scratch agai...

Sometimes, the possibility snaps into place and the vision of the golden future shimmers before me with ease, it is within my grasp, things ...

  Give me each piece of the shard of glass I stepped on and you ceremoniously extracted from my heel. Blood-stained, uneven and jagged edges...

  Give me that feel good jukebox snoring away and let my dance partner be a real looker in all the right ways, but with none of the attentio...

  Here’s an example for you: the power of sunshine on your wounds. Unfettered solar flares Collide with the atoms above the skin, form a pin...

  We are inside The balloon Broadcasting a dream Projecting from each of our eyes making a communal physical world out of a shared hallucina...

  Take it in your hand absorb the key facts, remember the ridges, lock this into your memory. Let it sit, untouched, held in place with yest...

  This city, bright and mechanical, Floating like a flower in an vase Way up past the skyscraper eyesores. Surrounding industry. Inside, Pat...

  No sunshine will touch my shadow any longer. They've agreed to keep their distance. Agreed to disagree on some critical matters. Not s...

Up from the Sea Lining my pockets with currency freshly earned by Judas Take a pound of the tender flesh Scar tissue’s exchange rate is bad ...

  Give me the truth as you see fit, my love. Break it apart into 12 or 13 manageable pieces rolling off of the tongue in meaningful slobberi...

 I’ve written nothing this week. Made a new year less like the old year in an unsatisfactory way. Obligations and lists lining my walls. I a...