poetry

The Cantrip

The Cantrip I am the red phosphorus and the surface it’s struck upon I am the motion; I am the striking I am the oxygen, the chemical reaction I change to white I ignite After all’s said and done from dawn until omega each tide forever the ebb and flow from alpha to moon rise I am all encompassing flame I am burn living among matchsticks

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How to be creative when you’ve convinced yourself you suck.

How do you work and create when you’ve convinced yourself what you create is garbage? I saw The Killers in concert recently. They were amazing. A lot of their lyrics are enigmatic, but you listen to them over and over and they can start to take on different meanings, even deeper meanings. I’m trying to… Continue reading How to be creative when you’ve convinced yourself you suck.