My will to write the following words is mightier than my hunger for diversion from progression: I possess a history of imbalance. I keep distraction hidden under my pillow or in my back pocket for protection. I stick my nose into my phone instead of my books. I play pretend to disarm potential foes. I […]Read more "– mightier –"
D, I, S, C, I, P, L-I-N-E, all, come, to, be, but, suc, ceed-not-many. I cannot, cannot, cannot con- tinue skippin’ these records I play with all I got, I got, I got I cannot throw the score away so D, I, S, C, I, P, L-I-N-E, move, mold, change, me, un, like, they-that-I-see. I cannot, […]Read more "– the restraint jingle –"
The thought that I project my daytime misconceptions onto the objects of my fantasies feels inconceivable to my eyes. Most are trapped in their own live-action melodramas, too distracted to tune into my television station and replicate the frequency. It’s a hidden upside to my invisibility, my privacy in writing, producing, directing, and editing the […]Read more "– a bowl of serial –"
You cannot wish the nuisance away, creating risk of a greater nuclear catastrophe in the open field between you two. To design one solution from one such problem, start with a lift of genuine affirmation up to the sky. Speak clarity into the dilemma. Speak forward movement and development into the gnat that flutters about […]Read more "– invocation –"
Fun fact: I take a thousand avenues each day to victimize myself, to sabotage my spirit, to either relive each unresolved trauma or reimagine each scenario to justify a scene of should-have-been antiheroism or even downright villany in retaliation to my hurt. This is the pavement I set foot upon in response to a sense […]Read more "– the self and the harm –"
The ice is thawing in the right direction, skin claims time today, breathing out like May, and if you hold my hand, may it be a sauna for your palm, a wrapped cast for your arm, the magic in every wand. ~ ~ D.J.W.Read more "– spring is coming –"
Oozing down to the floor, colored in glittered gold, the blushing bleed won’t halt itself. It marches onward with the drip-drop and thank my stars it can’t stop, showing wild wounds like no one else. Don’t try to trip me up now. Don’t cast down on this parade. Don’t you see the blush is bound? […]Read more "– liquid. courage. –"