Notes and more of them, swarming. Not sure where my energy and focus is pulling me. Still with the old pictures… need to get out, take more. Wherever I am. Not much here in Vacaville, really. So diving into the camera and seeing what I forgot about. And there’s more than I thought, thankfully. Slow…
Tag: poems
3:40 PM
Back from baseball. Exhausted from heat, and listening to people talk. And talk. Talk more. Go back and forth about whatever in that expected and airy, lazy laugh and “Ha ha huh….. yeah yeah yeah”, the soccer mom/baseball dad language. Nothing against it, just when it’s so trite, I glaze. Barely energy to type. Relax,…
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Indecision. 11:38 Cleaning the Archive, that weird but intriguing closet or storage space, or para-room in the master bedroom. Thought about moving this desk in there, but then put a knife through the Composition of my indecision. Typing in room, coffee and not espresso, my mood calm and SELF assembled. No negatives. SELF.CARE… the day’s…
8:58 AM. Walked to Noto, treated self to a latte. Still waking.
Can tell the thinking is slow and not yet with up wheels. Starting the week off with the Curriculum of SELF-CARE. What the Nurse told me long ago is the one thing we all need to invest in, more. Starting a new Sales Trainer log on phone, first thoughts are Explore and ‘Find Your Answers’. …
Running out of battery, and again forgot my bloody charger at home. So.. some words before lunch.
Taking a breath, a pause and collecting SELF. Listening to the activity of the office. Every voice I hear is cheerful, relaxed even when in the pulse of productivity. Notes for next week’s session.. Taking some of my own instruction and carving it into my habits and mood, everything about me this Thursday. Clear, CONFIDENT,…
coffee stains for medals
half-dead laptopwounded animal. I don’t “wake up.”resurrect.claw from graveOf sleep and doubtAnd the same questionsThat chewed my nerves yesterday. No more.Not today.Today is blunt force.Today is fangs.Today is singular. She, the only solver, healer—My need for her — InexplicableAngel flight into the clean war. Composition. Dreams…Polite battles fought.But meTrench-rot and inkfire.
Thinking in terms of playbooks, after the scribbling in journal, about Time and how you can’t order it
on Amazon, I joked after logging what I bought the other day, arriving yesterday and the Nurse bringing in while closing downstairs before bed. 8:43. Calm. Latte done and about to make an espresso shot downstairs in a sec. Day is busy, calendar full. Fuller than full. So, I assign in curriculum. Around the concept…
Key behaviors. Of a writer.
Poet. Freeness, exploration, self0-education and elevation, creation. Simplicity over complication. When settling in after lunch I’m ablaze and a bit touchy with ideas. Not settling, not stopping, and not forgetting about myself and MY aims. Further anchoring my Road, what I want to do. And why not. One life one opening, the excess concern surround…
9:23 AM in office. Settling. Stopped at Redwood Café to use the restroom. Overtook with nostalgia,
hate that word but it’s true, and memories and visions of life writing in other countries… seeing other coffee spots, lounges, other music. Writing all day, and all words posted. Taking over my life with pages and entries. Restroom again, one sec…….. Back in the manuscript mentality of ‘I Just DECIDED To STOP’. From when…
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Office. 09:37 Putting more than several items on the writer’s plate today. Coffee, needed, poured. And me in character like I’ve never been. Manifesting a day that will change the Road of my Story, irreversibly. Promised myself I’d write the Nurse a letter today, and I will. ……..
Planting
Me, in different eyes Today, on the Drive I knew, I knew The music was different, The clouds, passing commuters Those windmills in Fairfield or wherever Bobbing head, can’t help There’s a voltage I know, told by self that The love of the room and highway communicate any Sought answer
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