Antonyms
We are opposite flipped upside- down backward. We are antonyms. We interact frequently, but it’s often hard to identify with each other or even have a basic conversation. Could … Continue Reading
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J.W. Richmond
Ribbit
On a night like tonight I would be lying back on the roof in the cool breeze staring at the stars or hiking up the hill alone in the mostly dark … Continue Reading
Miss
I’ve been described as self-aware, which to some extent is accurate (I think). Yet I catch myself off-guard a lot. I see things. I see through things. But I also miss things. I … Continue Reading
Rigged
Gravity likes to tease me poke at me play games with me. I pick objects up then solidly set them down. Without provocation from my general lack of coordination, gravity … Continue Reading
Spots
It’s hard to be creative in the blinding sun. I can’t see the words pictures letters thoughts through the bright intensity. I try to look away and only spots are left. … Continue Reading
Step
There is a deep connection beneath the disconnect, yet we hardly even know who they are. We can’t be a part of their days weeks or years, really. Everything is … Continue Reading
Should(n’t)
I don’t always know where the line is – when I should shut up so I don’t cause any additional trouble or hurt someone unnecessarily and when I should speak up so … Continue Reading
Fool
I’m not sure how my words actually came across. I never asked. It seems too late now. I just keep wondering if I made a fool of myself, if I brave-ishly put myself out there … Continue Reading
(Chroni)logical
I don’t always write or share as things happen. I tend to p r o c e s s so it’s not always (chroni)logical, and the senses or the … Continue Reading
Intentions
Intentions Time passes ticks rushes by and it’s another day I didn’t spend with you. I meant to intended to wanted to. I thought … Continue Reading