Misty vapours, clouded vision, an aural curtain drapes the room as guitars blend into saxophones.
Candles flicker and shadows dance to random silent rhythms.
Dude?
Dude.
Epically.

Misty vapours, clouded vision, an aural curtain drapes the room as guitars blend into saxophones.
Candles flicker and shadows dance to random silent rhythms.
Dude?
Dude.
Epically.
The infinite and everlasting chuckle. No longer do chickens cross roads or horses walk into bars.
We are left to laugh at the stupidity of our leaders and pathetic lapdogs who follow them.
And dream of the golden days of #comedy.
The low, well-tuned growl of a hand assembled Italian engine, commanding attention to the craftsmanship. Side-eyed, distained, & drooled over.
A malicious moment, #sugar-coated serendipity as a parking lot pothole swallows a front wheel up to the frame.
With closed eyes I see someone I left behind. Someone filled with dreams, ambition, & wild eyed wonder. Someone wanted to be the very best thing that it was that burned inside his soul
Not the man staring back from the #mirror when I finally opened my eyes
#penstricken
#writingprompt
#adhdwriters
The calm carefree breeze pushing butterflies across the yard. Carmel cat lazes on the porch pondering cat quandaries.
A small puddle of bliss in an otherwise #stormy world.
The veiled smile, practiced politely while clenching plastic bags. Swollen ankles & tired feet waiting for the 15 minutes of mandatory rest while trying to ignore the world.
Walking the tightrope between saying have a nice day & go f yerself!
Pretty sure I’m dyslexic. Fits with the ADHD. And explains why reading has been such a struggle for my entire life. The fact that I’ve successfully published anything is fucking crazy.
When a loved one leaves, they leave everything behind for us to deal with.
All we can do is hope that the mess they leave behind won't bury us with them.
-- Debatable Morality:
Justified
#Wipsnips
#tube
#adhdwriters
#writingcommunity #5amwritersclub #wip
#penstricken #writesky
#newbrunswick
You can't even be sure what is within your grasp.
An earwig hiding beneath the saucer on the counter or the spider dangling behind the door.
Each step is taken carefully, each movement has a plan.
Step outside to #explore or stay inside and do the same.
Beneath the blanket, believing we have something, perhaps intangible, holding us in it's tenuous grasp to the thinly veiled myth we call reality.
Whatever or whoever we hold on to, all we ask for and all we what is #security.
Editing, every night. Even if it means going over my notes and reading what was there originally. Knowing I am almost halfway through entering the comments into one document means I am kicking ass & getting it done.
Fog.
There is no more miserable weather condition. Damp, cold, & immutable. Barely discernible figures pass by without pausing.
Wait at the corner, he told me a hour ago.
It would been nicer if he just said f*** off.
Low tide, clear sky & a waning crescent moon.
It's not what you bring to the table, it's having a table big enough for what they're bringing.
-- Debatable Morality:
Broken Brothers
#Wipsnips
#effort
#adhdwriters
#writingcommunity #5amwritersclub #wip
#penstricken #writesky
#newbrunswick
Three lines etched in the stone above an altar of unknown purpose.
Studied and theorized by learned scholars over the centuries since the cryptic #symbol was found.
#Yesterday a scroll found behind the altar.
Marie grew this much the three years we lived here.
You could pass him a dozen times on the street and never know he was there.
Jake would have been voted as the quiet and unassuming Man of the century.
-- Debatable Morality:
Beginnings
#Wipsnips
#call
#adhdwriters
#writingcommunity #5amwritersclub #wip
#penstricken #writesky
#newbrunswick
At the edge, silent sentinels debating. Who goes first, but when?
Wind shakes the branches, none is willing, but they will wait.
The first leaf will fall, a sign for the rest to #commence.
Truce flags fluttered as sunrise awakened the gray apathetic sky.
The elder general surveyed his enemy. "My sword will be my #voice, and our cannon will be the choir. The bodies of your soldiers will fall like rain upon the field.