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Solemn
I can laugh, but only when my smile twitches. Filed under: Poems Tagged: brian, dark, humor, line, looney, poetry, short, writing
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Looney Speaks Weekly, Vol LXVI
Today I read the piece from February 6, Oblivious. Recently in Albuquerque, a boy was killed by a train while walking along the tracks, as described in the piece. It called to my mind questions of...
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Rebellion
She extended her arm, spread her fingers, cast a spell, and on her face, a look of triumph. I recall her in that poise, unacknowledged until now, although it had been present all along. It overtook my...
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Cold-Hearted
It must be cold outside, because I’m cold inside. Or maybe that’s my heart. Filed under: Poems Tagged: brian, cerebral, cold, dark, emotion, humor, ice, looney, poetry, short, writing
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Morning Mind
The vertical, hanging blinds shield the morning sun. One of them swings from side to side like an off-white pendulum; steady, swaying motions which allow a slip of rust-gold sunlight through. As it...
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Disappearance
To enjoy the smoke one must possess a myriad of frustrations and anxieties, and perhaps regrets. One must summon them, ball them, inhale them—wait for the burn, the brackish overload, and then...
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Writer’s Blank
Well, I’ll just have to sit here until I come up with an idea. Filed under: Poems Tagged: blank, block, brian, cerebral, humor, ideas, inspiration, looney, poetry, short, writer's,...
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Looney Speaks Weekly, Vol XLVII
Hello and I hope everyone’s Valentine’s Day was good. I worked at the restaurant and made a bundle of money off the little lovebirds. Personally, I don’t really like or dislike V Day. It’s just...
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Sleep Scrape
Well, it’s simply a matter of regular breaths. A soft, even intake, a prolonged exhalation, on repeat. An emptying of the mind. One must, of course, be positioned comfortably: no lumps or cricks or...
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Drive
My writing is everything to me–it’s my heart and soul, the most important thing. It is fulfilling in so many incredible, indescribable ways. I wouldn’t be sane or sober without it, although it is a...
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Compassion
A frail, birdlike woman tripped over the concrete abutment as she stepped out of her vehicle. I heard her collapse as I walked. A silent clap as her body hit the asphalt. Her purse splayed out, she...
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Dislike
His expectations are severe, and if I don’t meet them, what a frown, a pursing of the lips, for of course he is all-knowing. A nonverbal discontentment, because he wants the hello my name is xyz, and a...
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Imagery??
In the information age I can view the entire world through a monitor screen. I can see things in such resolution that they seem to be there before me, in the physical. Sounds I can pick up in the...
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Listening
When I meet her eyes, I see understanding, an intelligent listening, for her soft-spoken manner rouses my attention. I hate it when they’re loud, outspoken, shooting off about themselves, trumpeting...
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Looney Speaks Weekly, Vol XLVIII
This week I read the piece from February 19, Dislike. Anybody who has been a waiter or a waitress will know what I’m talking about. Sometimes I just can’t stand the song and dance, particularly if...
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Unhinged
Woozy with it, gently swaying on my feet, like a reed in the wind, firmly rooted, but bending, and then correcting. Woozy with it, off-kilter and in laughter, the kind that’s part concern, part...
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Bouncing
Well they really take it out of me. Although I’m not quite sure how. How one day it’s present and the next it’s sapped. I don’t think there’s any formula or code, or methodology. In fact it seems...
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Cooking
The sun-fried egg on the skypan emits light in concentric rings. Outward they spread, dancing and bubbling, slowly moving with the yolk as it slides in a wide-sweep circle. But the sun-fried egg on...
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Fix
I’m always sad to see you leave. And I know when you arrive, the timer starts. You look so fresh and promising, and I don’t know why you need to leave when your energies are sapped, when you’re burnt...
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Wick
I can smell the wick. Long beyond its life. Ghastly tendrils hover. Soon they must disperse. I can smell the wick. The information traveled. It told my sight and then my nose, time delay observed, for...
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