Dunce cap, and a board Who’s the pedagogue of record The clown Make sense Fantasy Craze is not conviction, is it? I’ll scribble, not listen Who has the sag convinced of supreme relevance That too no matter Songs, music and I’m delightfully distracted Cartoon, geometric repeat, I’m tired of it But I can still laugh …
Tag: strength
Ides of September.
Same mood, but amplified today. Fearless and confident and not explaining much. Owing no explanation. Well, anywhere. To anyone. Between the exits, where the ideas find me, where the confidence builds and these words circle and sing and stampede for me. This morning’s drive, maybe just another one, or maybe not. Office now, of course,…
17:22
White wine and a meditation, quiet, enjoying the sound of wind gusts outside gentle in their waltz with trees. Nothing can be controlled, but my reaction. And, as it happens, I am not reacting. I’m home. I’m at PEACE, with my bride-to-be. I’m a fighter, though. A new one. Newly empowered and declared and written….
Office. Filled with hunger and fearlessness.
Content taking new shape. My Mental Health, never this in-tact, firm and fortified. I don’t think EVER before, in this life. Calm…. Nurse and I planning a little get-away, couple days from now. This morning us in our routine, coffee and smiles, joking, saying how we can’t wait to see each other when the day’s…
Reach
For tree Sense optional But keep going Stand your ground You look strong Juggler, tricks, cycle Is it sweet, dessert putrid They won’t get it, shame I’ll never be maimed Fantasy books, they want you to look And empathize, no eyes just ear hustled What a weird hustle, but there’s an audience Contrived boldness is…
Nothing cinematic, no orchestra swell.
Just reminding yourself that you are here and you will and you have to. For YOU. There is no destination, there is no stop. This is a Road, a HIGHWAY, you are deciding to put yourself in. And away, more speed. Accelerate again. This is what it is… LIFE. Truly living. Fearlessly. And… FOR.YOU. What…
Morning, promising and vibrant, an eclectic and postmodern bulb and paragraph storm. And, all for ME.
This GM of my Story and room. Nurse and I rushing out of the house this morning, coffee then the Road. The latte dead long ago, and me here at work feeling like something happened. Like my wiring has been fused with a new ado. Nothing Shakespearean, or even Kerouac or Plath-mapped. Something with no…
7-12-25
Saturday. I think. Not sure what the day is and it doesn’t matter. And honestly getting sick of tracking time, giving it so much weight and importance, so much pull on perception. Nurse taking a shower, me typing at the desk in our room for the first time in…. New tattoo yesterday. The most magnificent…
13:46 Back in Windsor, “my” place. Nurse to be here later. Oliver and I driving over together, I’m Mr. Dog Mom today. First time I’ve ever done it and it’s easy ‘cause Oliver is an easy character. Four-legged character. Should be in a meeting soon, just waiting ….. On call. Observing one of the inside…
Tell yourself to be strong and focused.
Not distracted. Turn yourself into an animal of production and positivity. Setbacks and obstacles only embolden. Make the day your own, and see the sky…. The day is yours to design.
3/23/22
Forget what stresses you. Embrace and encourage what emboldens and elevates you. Something I’m thinking about tonight. For me, and ALL of you. Enjoy your night. Love, #professormikey
ENGLISH 1A PROMPT
Who are you, today? Who and what is YOUR character? Not asking you to do a third-person piece, but define and describe the identity you offer the world, TODAY. Enjoy your writing…. -Mike