Carl
I love music, poetry and fiction. Sometimes, I write essays. It is my outlet. Creating art helps me in my recovery.
Homepage: https://stillfugue.wordpress.com
Today, During Meditation, I Slept a Bit
Posted in Poems on April 15, 2017
Crawl under
skin hiding cupcakes,
make frosted
tempers stop.
Blazing sun arises to
dark, lost souls. Looking.
One Cold Night in Cincinnati in 1982
Posted in Poems on April 14, 2017
Sliding a-
way, making room for
giant, dark
buildings with
false fronts, reaching and pulling
teeth and hair.
.
Dark Sun Through Broken Windows
Posted in Poems on April 14, 2017
Waving at
frozen suns, begging
for warmer
lives, seeking
quiet times when love will not
be missing, stolen
.
This Is a Career, Son
Posted in Poems on April 8, 2017
Mister Jones,
is he in the room,
under woods,
on the line?
No, he’s killing me, boarding
my soul with cheap fire.
Etude 2017-11 — I’m Looking for the Monster, but He Hides So Well
Posted in Finding Purpose, Music on April 8, 2017
Etude 2017-10 — The Suffering Was Real but We’re Here
Posted in Finding Purpose, Music on April 7, 2017
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