Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
- William BlakeBehind the Locked Door
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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...
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...
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...
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...
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,...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Where The Blood Red Huckleberry Grows
Where the blood red huckleberry growsCatspaw flounders in theForest of the dwarfOgre roams and bellowsDown the green tunicOf the ManzanitaSalal and theHundred year old spruce. Where rivers one inch wideDisturb the pattern.Man grubGrit and drub dung. Where blasts...
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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[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...
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...
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...
Poem by Think in the Morning: What Can We Know
[Mark Eanes Studio] There is no reasonUnless the reasonWe discoverIncrementally. In the dust,Out of it,Like everything livingWe leave our mark. We growToward the light,Toward the sun,Energy seeking the highest level. We are the only ones to questionThe pull of...
Poem by Think in the Morning: The Lion (inspired by Leonard Cohen)
The Lion waits outside the doorEnticed by the smell of fresh meatWithin, the brothel whorePrepares the substance of her treat. Green eyes smilingLion claws the lock.Opening, beguilingAnswering the knock. Babylon sisterTears at his skin.Rips the mane from his...