a poetic journal.
there are a lot of sentences scattered
throughout my home,
scattered like litter
clogging up my life.
in a cloud of disconnected thoughts
they deserve further exploration
perhaps placement in some poem.
until then they linger
like the silent part of a conversation
trapped in the ether
of a distracted mind
looking for a homeā¦
Currently sorting through that litter and will be sharing more words including past posts from previous versions of this blog.
Continue reading “drafts”
I’ve missed going to my fav open mic, but we managed to keep it alive online. First through instagram and now via zoom. We get together every Thursday to connect and share poetry, music and more.
If you’d like to join us visit their instagram page (see link below). Sign up usually opens up Wednesday afternoon for Thursday evening shows 8pm (pacific time).
FOS is a wonderfully supportive and supremely talented group of people. Now that LA has kind of reopened, fingers crossed we’ll be able to return to live open mics soon.
poetry found in a twitter post.
Spring has arrived
and the zodiac has spun a full circle
flowers bloom, birds sing
all kinds of pretty girls
sport a good manās ring
all kinds, that is, but me
my love life is as barren as a desert floor
my heart lies there alone
wilted like a rose
there are no crushes
I can look forward to
or have brighten my day
the sky may be blue
but all I see is the grey.
yes, spring may have arrived
but for me winter never left.
*originally shared 3/20/14
first song I played after hearing the news that the election was called yesterday.
I'm tired trapped in transit between anger and apathy I didn't think I had any more fucks left to give what is this shit! I watch the world around me tear itself in two So much trash never followed by action just reactions mere distractions and another day fades away.Continue reading “w.i.p.”
No Ties there are no ties that bind me here no reasons that can compel me to remain the world will go on even if Iām gone and I will keep singing my own song because the ties that bind are all in my mind.
mhughes poetry 