From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
Swamp Saxifrage by Nancy Magnusson
Blooms from May to June. Note the lance-shaped, toothless leaves.
Everything went against us.
As if all our pasts were encoded in each little moment.
I have lived such a frozen life.
You are so fierce in holding on.
All my bridges are burnt, in the direction you said.
Though I never intended.
That’s just how everything flowed.
Time is relentless. Let’s find a way.
Da capo senza fine by Andrew Gustar
dream rebirth chase capture kill release
repeat
ropes and chains
parallel spirals
sustainable withdrawals
and
capture chains
chase dream
hunt kill
parallel spirals sustainable
the rebirth
release repeat
ropes withdrawals
Just like tonight by mindgallery
It’s a legacy of poetry most people don’t know
much about and i’m
fine with
that
–
And the light would always shine through
and i use the word light lightly
like back in the
day
when Henry Thoreau talked
about love and
light
and the need to bath in it
on a night just like
tonight
mindgallery . twitter
love and the
light and the
night in day and
in to
tonight
and
just
use the word
light
it
like
like back when Henry
talked about Thoreau
the light would always lightly shine
on through
i need a bath
–
i’m about poetry
and it’s fine that most people don’t know
of mindgallery
a legacy with much twitter
Arm’d by Dalio Photo
For many years I have unconsciously
rolled up my sleeves when I sit down
to write, as though I imagine that writing
is some kind of manual labor or I am a
magician about to perform a card trick
and want to show the audience I have
nothing to hide. But, in the ongoing
struggle between metaphor and truth,
the words have never come easily to me
so on days like this, when I roll up my
sleeves, I cant help wonder if it’s really
just a good old fashioned fight that
I’m looking for.
_Bison Jack
so
I’m looking for a good old fashioned struggle between words
and truth
I roll up my sleeves to fight but I wonder if it’s really
me
just like the days
in
never come easily
have this
when that
ongoing metaphor
cant help
on the
manual labor of writing
to write as though
the kind audience is unconsciously about to perform
when I sit down
or
am I a card trick
my many sleeves have rolled up
for years
I imagine a magician and
I want to show that
I have some nothing
to hide
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Wonder Bread by Rakka
Stop it. Stop getting up in the morning with a head full of What do I have to do today? What do I get out of the freezer for supper? What bills are due? Stop it.
Close your mind. Tell it to stfu. Sit outside, and just for five minutes, listen to the birds. They sit at the highest level of Look at me! I’m FABULOUS! They wake up. Hungry, and cold. Is the first thing on their mind finding food or warmth, or worrying about predators? No. It’s Look at me you bitches! I AM AWESOMENESS IN FEATHERS!
To change your life, first you must change your mindset, for Witch is a state of mind, a set of “doings” rather than sayings. So go on then…..
DO. Dare to be you. Dare to be happy. Dare to turn your dreams into absolutes.
❤
daily bread