Apr 19Member-onlySpigA short story. There’s this six string picker With a case at his side His boots are laced up tight And his hair is down to there — A blend between Genius and mean A big dark pack Sits square upon his back Saddled through straps Drawn by obscurity He…Short Story2 min readShort Story2 min read
Apr 18Member-onlyA Kid Reaching Into a Cookie JarBob Dylan — “Lay, Lady, Lay.” You know how. Lines of reading Nonsense feelings Minds reeling Stealing glances Borrowed time Don’t feel solid When I call you mine Leaves of fall Leave me questioning The changes and Flows of time Flippant disregard For the good gone — Days spent Warmth…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Apr 16Member-onlyArchangel MichaelThe Fray — “Over My Head (Cable Car).”Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Apr 15Member-onlyUOYJackson Browne — “These Days.”Poetry On Medium1 min readPoetry On Medium1 min read
Apr 12Member-onlyDepthBeach House — “Myth.” I don’t know, either But say the word and we Can get to the Bottom of it. Been feeling off. Haven’t said most of what I wanted to. Hesitant confusion Heavily disillusioned Spoke some parting words of little particular importance But nonetheless overtly sincere. ‘No yeah…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Apr 11Member-onlyThe SwabThe Middle East — “The Darkest Side.” It’s an old and broken thing With its core all caving in And the absence of it’s sustenance Drains me. I don’t think I can have you Even if I could, Would I really want to? Precocious, don’t notice Had a stack of…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Apr 10Member-onlyThe One and OnlyHenry Andrews — “The Things That I Did and Didn’t Do.” My clawing hands Grasp Forlorn and unsure In a perpetual Current That pulls me Further and further Riptide drags me To and fro. My thin frame Knocked and rocked And cast down. What purpose does A punch underwater serve? …Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Apr 9Member-onlyWho Gives a Kid a HandgunA poem Fog sets in on the horizon Rolls and billows Overwhelms. Besets me in a Viscous state of mind. My first memories Are of slender hands And pink peonies. Grandpa Dee And white roses Carefully cut By his silver pocket knife As he brandishes his World War Two Veteran…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
