Poem by Think in the Morning: Now

 I don’t want to knowWhere we goWhen we die.I just wantTo be alive.To hear theEternal buzz of...

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

- William Blake

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Poem by Think in the Morning:  Now

Poem by Think in the Morning: Now

 I don’t want to knowWhere we goWhen we die.I just wantTo be alive.To hear theEternal buzz of lifeBe it harmonyOr be it strife.To smell the rainWhether healthyOr in pain.To feel connectedTo the oneOr to the other.To taste the fallWinter springAnd the summer.To see the...

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Short Fiction – Friend Me

Short Fiction – Friend Me

 He was not one to dig up corpses but sometimes they rose from the dead.  When he got a “Friend” request from her, his first thought was to delete it but for some reason he left it in his Notifications.  It kept coming back up every time he logged on like a bad...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: Extra

Poem by Think in the Morning: Extra

 The moon is happy.There is a willing tide.An owlResponding like grandfatherTo a change in the weatherCrosses the limits of reflectionMoving confidentlyThrough his world of dreams.From where I sitI can see the dustUpon those gathered dreams.It does not brush off...

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Short Fiction – Maya

Short Fiction – Maya

 Súbeme paso apasito. Ho quieras pegar brinquitos.                 From The Lotería, La Escalera (The Ladder) Mutual forgiveness of each viceSuch are the gates of paradise                           William Blake  Female, single, lonely, elderly and rich.  It was the...

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Short Fiction – Don’t Explain It Away

Short Fiction – Don’t Explain It Away

 The locals say strange things happen when the fog comes out.  The line between reality and unreality is blurred. John and Blake sat on the deck sipping bourbon out of plastic cups.  The fog rolled in eclipsing the sun. “I’m working on a new book,” said Blake.  “I...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: How To Be Happy

Poem by Think in the Morning: How To Be Happy

 Risk failure to succeed. Risk looking stupid to be smart. Risk trying to acquire skills. Risk personal embarrassment to win praise. Risk making mistakes to avoid mistakes. Risk offending people to help people. Risk having your feelings hurt to be...

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Poem by Think in The Morning:  Silly Restaurant Poem

Poem by Think in The Morning: Silly Restaurant Poem

 Parrot in a halterTop the restaurant rooting parlorPicks and promenadesBefore the waiterWaiting, watchingAutomatic pumpPot, pan, plateIntravenous pyrogenic pulsing,Pounding, energeticStomach filling shakeHalter freeingBeing not afraid to takeFalterFeel,...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: The Prisoner and the Fish

Poem by Think in the Morning: The Prisoner and the Fish

 Manacled, distraughtThe Prisoner soughtRelief in the sea.He ate hungrily.The FishQueried, decried“Why do you eat the sea?”“Hunger,” the Prisoner replied.“Are you satisfied?”“No, too salty and thin.” The Prisoner’s arms withered.The iron cuffs dropped.Fins replaced...

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Blog Post Index

Blog Post Index

[Click on BLUE links to access the blog post from the list]Napkin Art Gallery LINKThink in the Morning now has over 447 posts.  Given that we started in March of 2016, this amounts to nearly 2 posts per week.  It’s getting a little unwieldy.  We think many of our old...

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Poem By Think in the Morning: Blakes’s Songs

Poem By Think in the Morning: Blakes’s Songs

 I remember poetryLike it used to be,Written by a handAny child could understand.Words that don’t playBut mean what they say. What there is aboutReflects the eye without.The inner eye doth seeLocked in memoryThe ancient imagesOn all the pages. Buried in the light of...

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Poem by Think in the Morning: Lament

Poem by Think in the Morning: Lament

 Whispers of art speed me through the corridorsWhere ghosts recount ethereal truths and fascinations.Behind so many open doorsThe work of untold imaginations. Library, gallery, curtainThe Ship of TheseusPoe, Wilde, Fitzgerald, BergmanArt can be quite specious. Down...

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