Bright and bitter cold
Lungs and finger tips and nose
cry with spring longing
With winter lagging
on and no sun again we
sigh…
Collective, big breathy sighs
with collective, midwest depth
…And so it goes
Kurt Vonnegut
Weekly Writing Challenge – (Another) Ode to Kurt Vonnegut
We exist a screen
to filter waste. Various
chasms to full-fill.
Here is a man, doomed
to repeat himself to death.
He is filled of full.
Here is a man, doomed
to repeat himself to death.
He is filled of full.
Here is a man, doomed
to repeat himself t
WordPress has a weekly writing challenge found HERE.
I have, thus far, successfully participated two weeks in a row.
Love is Material and Tragic or I’m Lost in What I Ought OR “Guarding the Person”: an ode to Vonnegut
“I’d like to be not
what I am, but I am not
what I’m not. Marriage.”
“The truth is, money
is a foe. I want to have
it, not look like it.”
“Love with a man whom
I don’t really know. Death and
all things here to there.”
Obscurity, I Fear or Tremendous Transformations With or Without Deliberateness
I am Kilgore Trout
floating through existence of
norm, chaos, not me
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