Peer Through Every Nook and Cranny

Not sure what I'll be posting here. Probably a little of this and a little of that. Whatever strikes my fancy.


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Making a whiteboard look like a blackboard. Geeky teacher moment. Compelled to write.
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Making a whiteboard look like a blackboard. Geeky teacher moment. Compelled to write.
#poetry #art #random #thoughts

Took a picture of a rainbow and played around with it and ended up with this. Sorry for the run on sentence.
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Took a picture of a rainbow and played around with it and ended up with this. Sorry for the run on sentence.
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Sitting in the dark,
Thinking
Thoughts that will not see
Day’s bright light:
The inside of a cupboard
Bare like hope
without a candle’s wick
to guide it
#poetry #thoughts #imperfect

Sitting in the dark,
Thinking
Thoughts that will not see
Day’s bright light:
The inside of a cupboard
Bare like hope
without a candle’s wick
to guide it
#poetry #thoughts #imperfect

Staring directly at the sun.
I actually made this picture-poem from a picture I took without light. 
#poetry #latenightthoughts #random #exhausted #moods #art #angstyfeels #InsText

Staring directly at the sun.
I actually made this picture-poem from a picture I took without light.
#poetry #latenightthoughts #random #exhausted #moods #art #angstyfeels #InsText

I felt like an ant today, though I was far less productive than an actual ant, unless writing random bits of what barely passes for poetry can be considered productive. Gordon Lightfoot - “Sometimes I think it’s a sin when I feel like I’m winning when I’m losing again”
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I felt like an ant today, though I was far less productive than an actual ant, unless writing random bits of what barely passes for poetry can be considered productive. Gordon Lightfoot - “Sometimes I think it’s a sin when I feel like I’m winning when I’m losing again”
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Apparently I’m in a poetic mood.
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Apparently I’m in a poetic mood.
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Inspired by the phrase, alcoholic bunny, in an email someone sent me. The picture is one I took of clouds and manipulated through an online editor. 
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Inspired by the phrase, alcoholic bunny, in an email someone sent me. The picture is one I took of clouds and manipulated through an online editor.
#poetry #art #inspiration #random #cellphonepics #InsText

I want to write in purple,
Unmuddle these tangled thoughts,
Fix the cabinets of my mind —
Hingeless and broken —
Where’s the handle?
Long gone by now,
It’s just me and the empty thoughts;
The color purple 
bleeding through the rush of
Rainbow sevens arcing the sky,
Like overly-ambitious unicorns
Frolicking in the mist left by 
Purple thunderstorms;
Lightning strikes at the heart of the matter,
Leaves an arrhythmic pattern
Streaking the clouds,
Coloring them electric-purple,
Burning them on the retinas of memorized
Thoughts that behave like eyes
Blinded by storm and truth and
Nothing;
Watch the skies,
Look out for purple madness,
Cloaking itself in a robe of majestic denial
That purports itself to be
More than it really is;
I want to write in purple,
Tear these thoughts from an empty mind
Smash them against stones
Until they’re clean and born again,
Daisy-fresh,
Aftermath of loving a pen to death

#poetry #inspiration #purple #InsText

I want to write in purple,
Unmuddle these tangled thoughts,
Fix the cabinets of my mind —
Hingeless and broken —
Where’s the handle?
Long gone by now,
It’s just me and the empty thoughts;
The color purple
bleeding through the rush of
Rainbow sevens arcing the sky,
Like overly-ambitious unicorns
Frolicking in the mist left by
Purple thunderstorms;
Lightning strikes at the heart of the matter,
Leaves an arrhythmic pattern
Streaking the clouds,
Coloring them electric-purple,
Burning them on the retinas of memorized
Thoughts that behave like eyes
Blinded by storm and truth and
Nothing;
Watch the skies,
Look out for purple madness,
Cloaking itself in a robe of majestic denial
That purports itself to be
More than it really is;
I want to write in purple,
Tear these thoughts from an empty mind
Smash them against stones
Until they’re clean and born again,
Daisy-fresh,
Aftermath of loving a pen to death

#poetry #inspiration #purple #InsText

Thoughts on inspiration, and how fleeting it can be. Thoughts on pancakes, and how inspiration-like they can be. I need sleep. 
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Thoughts on inspiration, and how fleeting it can be. Thoughts on pancakes, and how inspiration-like they can be. I need sleep.
#poetry #thoughts #InsText

Playing with words
#poetry #wordplay

Playing with words
#poetry #wordplay