Author Archives: Chico’s Mom
Guest poet; Brandon Thorpe
You Forget What it Was Like to be Alone. Like a birthday, I stay busy burning boxes so I don’t have to do any talking. I love people I just stay in my headI get in a flow, thinking up ideas and when people talk to muchI forget. And it comes off like I’m depressedor upset, but I’m not. SomeContinue reading “Guest poet; Brandon Thorpe”
Day 237; 334 days of photos
Go fly your rocket some place else
I super enjoy the Mayhem Allstate commercials. Sadly for me, I called the ad agency that does those and was told they didn’t accept outside ideas. 😢 Here is one of the ideas I have for a Mayhem Allstate commercial. A group of youth have gathered in a field. They are excitedly setting up aContinue reading “Go fly your rocket some place else”
Day 236; 334 days of photos
Insert your persons name here ———-
You are You are the drug that courses through my veins. You are the face that invades my dreams. You are the light in my darkness. You have made me happier than I have ever been. You are the person for me.
Day 235; 334 days of photos
Coreopsis 24 d
Orion sung open the doors to Juliah chamber. There lay Anna on the bed. Her dress was open exposing all of her body. He took the rest of the smelling salt from Sarah, and then removed a throw from the back of the couch covering Anna up before breaking the other end of theContinue reading “Coreopsis 24 d”
Day 234; 334 days of photos
Growing up, I loved snapping pictures. I spent every spare dollar I had on film. My old pictures weren’t that great. The work of a child. But I found a few that I’m going to share. I have no idea what kind of camera I used. With over a thousand pictures on my phone, IContinue reading “Day 234; 334 days of photos”
Guest poet: Britney Wolfe
Sleepyhead It’s Rationality against insanity inside my mind. Mechanical roars and rhythmic thumping form sleepless nights. My body shows battle scars from hostility and strife. I look down at my hands; I’m holding the knife? I know one thing; I believe something else. Your words have become the artillery shells. I’m waiting for that explosionContinue reading “Guest poet: Britney Wolfe”
