Sweet Nova & Therapeutic Spirit
Sweet Nova And Therapeutic Spirit.
I. Therapeutic Spirit At The Park
Hey, People and Poets!
Today was quite an interesting day. I spent the day in the lovely company of a friend to whose therapeutic way of life, enlightening spirit, and transcending energy I have lately grown to be subdued. We had brunch together, then went for a salubrious stroll through the wondrous and amazing sights of Washington Square Park. ——While there, we imposed upon scenes of creative measures, of musicians, and gamers, and other forms of Continue reading “Sweet Nova & Therapeutic Spirit”
Passion undone; Awakened Apathy, Counteract.
A week ago, I received samples of my books in the mail for proofreading and final evaluation, and today, they are carcasses of which I am somewhat scornful. It is almost as if I crumble in my clothing, just a little bit, upon seeing them. Or like my exhalation suddenly becomes reluctant to escape my lungs; Thus, impossible to intake the next breath that I would indignantly consume, then I am only spared by the sweet thrill of self sabotage. —— Or like the very breath that I breathe personifies itself, only to absorb its own self, in an attempt to tease me, (then it would fail jut before my last gasp was absorbed and I would see the beams of light that is my new fate.) Continue reading “Passion undone; Awakened Apathy, Counteract.”
For all things Mr. Poet.
Three things that I know to be true are:
I am a poet,
I love Dolly Parton,
And Sarah Kay is my favorite Poet.
