Pen ink on fingers with well worn grooves. Pen ink on cheeks and in hair and stained into the writing desk. Pen ink on white jeans and on your flesh in-between the rips.
I love Karcher’s poetry. His words remind me why I love the written word, and have the same impact on me that reading Ginsberg did as a sixteen year old. I think his poetry demonstrates all that poetry can be, and can encompass. I love his ideas, lines ‘took off their skins and started dancing … Continue reading Bernie Sanders Broke my Heart & I Turned into an Iceberg. Chap by @justin_karcher published by @GhostCityPress
Shopping for notebooks, ‘you have plenty of notebooks!’ Note – books. Books are not meant to be written in. They gather on shelves, glittery and shiny, with the promise of a blank page.
Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash Writer sat at laptop, hovering the mouse, murmering, ‘why can I never find-‘ While looking for a particular graphic photo for their blog, murmering, ‘ah, because the photo is saved in documents,’ Lesson here: learn to save everything in the right folder.