by Think In The Morning | Oct 12, 2021 | Words |
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...
by Think In The Morning | Oct 11, 2021 | Words |
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...
by Think In The Morning | Oct 10, 2021 | Words |
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...
by Think In The Morning | Oct 6, 2021 | Words |
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...
by Think In The Morning | Oct 4, 2021 | Words |
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...
