What If
What if you could spend a week on a small farm with wheat and whistle into the wind and water? What if you unwind in time to borrow a shirt washed away in the white waterfall stream? What if that’d be it, the whole memory?
Ondrej David
A Cursed Gift
I don’t know how it works. I just sit there and the moment my brain relaxes for one second a thought - a genius out-of-the-box thought swoops in. Brain goes to an override and I create - write, play, philosophize. Curse and a gift. Never get a rest. Always
A OK
And they were happy on their bicycle ride that they planned for a while. Haha. They never planned it. They never planned a thing and still they had their days full as long as the time was spent together. Being, enjoying, living - not accomplishing, striking off an infinite bucket
The Call of Babylon
Call was the Tower of Babylon with the three participants lacking in common shared language. Spanish over French over Czech. The lacking made up in character, chatter, drunkenness, dissonance and cacophony. The switch between the bilingual combinations was lost.
Ssssss
As the stem of a thought came in,
the stillness slipped into slimed skulls
slowly swimming upstream.
Swapped sorrows sang stream,
salmon against the established systems.
Some stand guard for their own belief,
with the strength of a slimy salmon slippery on moist moss covered stones.
Slipping unscathed by sharp
What Did You Say?
“What did you say?” is the default response by all the glued to screen zombies, lying to themselves they can multitask, and a fitting name for my series focused on attention, or lack thereof.
It’s a series about dreams, defiance, narcissism, identity, and assholes. While social media are at
Heavy Beauty
Slightly above my desired temperature he set our room to boil me alive like a lobster a couch potato that I’ve become. He means well to make me go outside to motivate me. But he picked the wrong day, wrong month, wrong year to motivate me. I’m sweating