Books and words and other things

Category: playing with words

Playing with verse or prose. Love of the word. Love of their sounds.

why write (a river of thought)

There is something in my head that won’t leave me and I don’t know how to capture it, and it’s a picture that I can barely see. It is a ghost of an emotion and a time for me to dwell by the river, and the river is a tree which has a noise that draws me, and that is where I die and where I want to die, and it is where I can fill my heart with the crumbs of earth

The love of words

People sometimes say that names don’t hold meaning. That they don’t define you. But they can. And in the age of the internet, usernames are an opportunity to add meaning to who you are.

Try

Some days are loud and you can’t bear the sound of your own buzzing thoughts. These are the days that you know you won’t try.