Reveries Journal | No. 26
We hold ourselves to impossible standards sometimes
Tag: blogging
Why I write in public | and still do | and always will
I’m writing as my personal self on Instagram again. As writers, we have an audience — but not all audiences are the same. When I’m writing to the WordPress community, I come as I am. I always have. The fact that other people outside of WP can see what I write in my slippers and […]
The Creative Delusion | Digging holes
A dog digging a hole is happy Sometimes they are digging to bury a bone Or investigate a noise Lost in the digging they avoid all thought other than I Am Digging But when they surface happily panting A little wild eyed Is when the reality arrives And they wonder if perhaps that great and […]
Handle with Care
Love is the catch in your chest Sometimes painful It’s the emotion that runs fingertips through your flesh And grips It’s nothing you can control I feel it when I think of this earth sometimes — People disappearing down the plughole of the internet Resurfacing “elsewhere” Uncaring for this aliveness Out here I try to […]
Breath of winter arrives
The warm air is breathed into the belly of the earth Sucked in In anticipation of dawn I feel the shift in temperature as I walk The moisture turns to frost A bird sings a poignant anthem And the sun rises Gently warming my shoulder My smiling cheek The camera buttons sleek beneath my frozen […]
Prisoner Release Program
I wish I had never developed this thing Now it’s grown so big It is difficult to get rid of I wish when it first entered my heart At the very start I had the wisdom back then to drop it I’ve been feeding it now For twenty-five years It’s heavy It’s big And it […]
Stacks and stacks
I am out of pretty words My brain cells are fried I’ve been writing for days Typing for miles Traipsing up and down the hills of my mind Pulling stories out of thin air Turning them into words I breath in And out Push my chair back And stare at the wall How peaceful it […]
Light is as light does
It has rained overnight Clouds heavy, Pregnant with raindrops Releasing their burden to gravity Tumbling into the sea below Fresh water colliding with salty Skittering over balconies Curtains drawn We all lay asleep At least I did I have never slept as soundly As I do out here In this enormous cradle Rocking me gently […]
When burning out, allllll the way out, is good.
I struck a match, tried to light a candle It was a small match a difficult wick My fingers were burning before the candle lit It made me think of our lives. Broken into small matchsticks that we light each morning. A day, 24 hours, many spent sleeping. And sleep is important. Some days linger […]
Habit forming
The raindrop strikes the glass and begins to slide down quite quickly it slides down down until it runs out of momentum and pauses stuck it does not go further drying becoming a stain a memory of rain I feel that way too sometimes *It is difficult to enter a day fresh and new. Everything […]