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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nowadays, stars are
eclipsed by city lights,
human interactions
conducted by
technological wonders,
modern inventions
touted as miracles.

it is hard to stop and
smell the roses
when mother nature’s
become so plastic

—kkj

#poetry #imperfect #nature #thoughts #original #photoart #InsText

nowadays, stars are
eclipsed by city lights,
human interactions
conducted by
technological wonders,
modern inventions
touted as miracles.

it is hard to stop and
smell the roses
when mother nature’s
become so plastic

—kkj

#poetry #imperfect #nature #thoughts #original #photoart #InsText

Capturing the sun
isn’t easy,
sometimes the lasso
slips free,
makes the sky scatter —
blue becomes garish
shades of pink, 
nuggets of gold turn
liquid and paint the horizon
in hazy splashes with
irregular strokes of the brush
as though it’s being held by
palsied hands
—kkj
#photoart #poetry #thoughts #imperfect #original #InsText

Capturing the sun
isn’t easy,
sometimes the lasso
slips free,
makes the sky scatter —
blue becomes garish
shades of pink,
nuggets of gold turn
liquid and paint the horizon
in hazy splashes with
irregular strokes of the brush
as though it’s being held by
palsied hands
—kkj
#photoart #poetry #thoughts #imperfect #original #InsText

I feel like I’m
caught in a spider’s web,
and it’s not Charlotte’s;
there’s no Wilbur
to save the day,
no fancy lettering
to adorn a pig’s pen;
just this overwhelming
sense that I’m stuck,
trapped in some kind of
glue-like substance
and there’s something
bearing down on me,
but I don’t know
what it is; it’s
sticky and messy
and complicated
and the harder I struggle,
the more stuck I get,
so, for now,
I’ll cease my struggles and
wait
— kkj
#handwritten #poetry #imperfect #original

I feel like I’m
caught in a spider’s web,
and it’s not Charlotte’s;
there’s no Wilbur
to save the day,
no fancy lettering
to adorn a pig’s pen;
just this overwhelming
sense that I’m stuck,
trapped in some kind of
glue-like substance
and there’s something
bearing down on me,
but I don’t know
what it is; it’s
sticky and messy
and complicated
and the harder I struggle,
the more stuck I get,
so, for now,
I’ll cease my struggles and
wait
— kkj
#handwritten #poetry #imperfect #original

Wanted to write something by hand. Expressing thoughts about the futility of writing with an audience in mind. Pointless.
#poetry #thoughts #imperfect #writing #handwritten #art #InsText

Wanted to write something by hand. Expressing thoughts about the futility of writing with an audience in mind. Pointless.
#poetry #thoughts #imperfect #writing #handwritten #art #InsText

sun doesn’t travel
earth does, and yet
it seems as though sun
is the one who goes down
rather than earth who
rotates around sun
flashing her pretty 
jeweled baubles to
entice sun’s warm rays;
his smile, though bright,
is costly;
and it’s moon’s cool shoulder that
comforts fickle earth,
ever mindful of her
lustful ways;
she’s lonely,
catering to a thankless,
selfish child as only a mother can

#poetry #photoart #nature #thoughts #imperfect #InsText

sun doesn’t travel
earth does, and yet
it seems as though sun
is the one who goes down
rather than earth who
rotates around sun
flashing her pretty
jeweled baubles to
entice sun’s warm rays;
his smile, though bright,
is costly;
and it’s moon’s cool shoulder that
comforts fickle earth,
ever mindful of her
lustful ways;
she’s lonely,
catering to a thankless,
selfish child as only a mother can

#poetry #photoart #nature #thoughts #imperfect #InsText

catch me a sunrise,
color it purple, 
pink and blue,
twist it into barbed wire
fence that pricks my skin and
makes me bleed a rainbow

#poetry #photoart #thoughts #inspiration #InsText

catch me a sunrise,
color it purple,
pink and blue,
twist it into barbed wire
fence that pricks my skin and
makes me bleed a rainbow

#poetry #photoart #thoughts #inspiration #InsText

Windows speak
through images,
they lead us almost blindly
only shedding a small
amount of light on what
passes for reality,
we never get the whole
story,
seeing only what the window
shows, a glimpse,
nothing more
and yet,
we trust it
and head off into
what we think we know

#poetry #photoart #thoughts #windows

Windows speak
through images,
they lead us almost blindly
only shedding a small
amount of light on what
passes for reality,
we never get the whole
story,
seeing only what the window
shows, a glimpse,
nothing more
and yet,
we trust it
and head off into
what we think we know

#poetry #photoart #thoughts #windows

Plotting superhero journeys, one bizarre obstacle at a time.
#teachermoment #brainstorm

Plotting superhero journeys, one bizarre obstacle at a time.
#teachermoment #brainstorm

Playing around with photos and words again tonight, using a new app.
#poetry #photoart #thoughts

Playing around with photos and words again tonight, using a new app.
#poetry #photoart #thoughts

Wanted to play with words and photos today.
#poetry #photoart #PicMonkey #thoughts

Wanted to play with words and photos today.
#poetry #photoart #PicMonkey #thoughts