that tiny speck of the world

people were funny like that

one minute you’d be hating them all

and the next you’d be falling in love

with every single one of em

because they were all beautiful

and ugly, starry eyed and wild

tolerating crazy with kindness

and even if not listening

just being there

made all the difference in

that tiny speck of the world

where nobody knew anyone more

than he or she even knew themselves

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Sage advice for Ken

Today

it seems

your world is crumbling

tomorrow

is your chance

to start to rebuild.

Writing.

Most of the time, it’s like

banging your head against a brick wall,

trying to knock some nugget of sense loose,

but other times it’s easier

like morphine, numb to the world — regardless —

while telling it exactly how you feel.

Daily Fighter

The

world’s

got me

beat up

again.

Like

every

great fighter

on the ropes,

I

can’t quite get the sweat from my eyes,

blurring my vision

of the battle

I’m sure

to

Win.

Foreign Language.

Slithering

slurring

sound,

that I can not understand,

reminds me,

how little I know,

how truly little I am.

And that

for lack of better words,

we
are
the
same.