#erwinism

Not long agothe twilight called you into her arms;into to the depths of the unknown,left your name in the care of this worldsweetest sound that leapt from your mother’s lipsand ours.The tides where you are is unperturbedby the mortal wind,and in the clouds a garden sprawlsand thrives at the tip of its universe.We can only imagine.If such letter scribbled here shines a light; if our candles…

༄.°Dormant memory, thought it dead, awakens. Dormant memory, now caffeinated, jumping out of sleep.  So obscure it’s encrypted, for decades, warped, a gorge too wide to cross.  Crying peevishly and obstreperous. A face, a flickering face, a face you can’t put a name on.  Time-scalded tongue, the tip of which no longer senses the texture of a familiar syllable which used to roll graciously, swift…

Don’t be hard on yourself. Understand that sometimes that you ended up exactly where you are because of the blots you left on the canvas of the past. You may have lost your way in the wastelands of chaos but you found your way out, and you stand here today, wiser and stronger with a renewed sense of hope. Yes, scarred and bruised, but not beaten instead you have trekked through trails of jagged…

We were told not to venture when it was dark out. Fear is a chain that binds the mind, a fetter that bounds the feet from reaching its true potential. Fear—weeds growing with the flowers reaching for sunlight and deprived of rain, and there they be, mulching on dreams and aspirations, until the flowers wilt. Noxious whispers sown into the fertile dirt preventing chances from ever sprouting.…

Lost in an ever shifting water-colored dune dyed with the last drops of a golden summer smelted in the sun’s furnace, a dream swallowed by a dream, you are. When this body shrivel into weariness but the thoughts must wander on, they clamber onto the sustained note of a night’s song to find you garbed in a dress of snow garnished with lilacs for the sight to feast. On and on, you lingered. When…

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change.” —Not really Charles Darwin The basketball world has since evolved after Michael Jordan stepped off the court for good, but that has not deterred his Airness from asserting his relevance to this day. He is brazenly vocal on how the best players of this…

Sat in a cornerwhere an aquariumholds green waterand shadow of thingswith glowing eyesquietly swimsin the murky silence.Walls yellow for allthe years of breathingsidestream smokeoff sticks of lit sorrow,Frankenstein’s monsterfor a couch holdingup while stitched andplastered with packingtape, doors that creakon their hingesand oil of sortssmeared on the doorknobs,a home no longer a home,pinned…

Daily writing promptWhat are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?View all responses A Jack-in-the-box, that’s me, M.C. McSpringy. I leap out of bed. Why? The clock is ticking in my universe. I’m packing as many living hours as I possibly can.  The second my index finger clicks on the button to call off the blaring attack of the alarm. Say my prayers. Second…