A dream

I have a dream, of a world in which we all can wake up with warm purring cats on our laps.

We all get enough sleep, always.
Parties end early, and sleeping in is celebrated.
Nobody has to commute to anywhere, and everyone has a place to call home.
Sex is celebrated, encouraged, discussed, and enjoyed!
Fitness isn't a culture, sinmply a way of life.
Food is abundant, healthy, and local, and also delicious.
Parks are everywhere, and theres room in every city for humans of every age to play.

I dream of a world without borders, where people can go wherever it makes them happy, because the only thing that varies is the scenery.

Unsaved changes

You have unsaved changes that will be lost.

Are you sure you want to proceed?

You should rest and meditate on what you've learned, but

Will you wake up with a clean slate?

Mental manifestations, illusory McGuffins sloshing around from hand to hand to hand 

You look like you could use a sit down. How are you doing?

There is a countdown, a showdown, a teardown, a letdown

Ego phones in to remind you to NEVER back down.

Have you done enough today? Rest is for earners.

Put another iron in the fire, its quite cool.

Spin a plate, pick up a ball, get involved, get lost, distract yourself

DON'T YOU DARE FEEL

You wouldn't like me when I'm tender

Old hat

If I fall for you

And nobody is around to hear it

Do I make a difference?

Full choice, full stop, or

Throttle back, full heart

Of all the trees in the forest we found each other

Catch and release

Breathe golden life through our sparks of love

Memories, sweet kindling

Even empty, a pretty sight

Waiting for that warm summer night around the embers

Lumber stacked waiting

For you, for us

Potential

Handy Pocket

This handy pocket is for literature only.

Put your phone somewhere else.

Your dime store dive into crime and punishment is welcome here

Your wallet is not.

Your foray into transcendental tipping points and teachings from 'over there' would fit right in

Your snack wrappers will have to take up other space.

Please return your seat to its full upright position.

Are you ok?

I have a gaping wound in my chest.

but its cool

it's all good

Your trivial small talk staunched the bleeding

Your tourniquet of indifference was first aid 

just what I needed

I'm find now

I'll just sit here with this giant hole in my heart

It's fine. 

The starter novel

I want to write a starter novel.

A piece of literary fixer-upper. 

I'll shop it around, evaluate and appraise, have a hoard of well intentioned word-owners give their 2 cents. 

I want to write a starter novel.

The written word equivalent of a shared duplex, lived-in, renovated, but not too renovated. Never quite clean like it was, with a nice coat of paint. Cracks carefully hidden, leaking plot holes plastered over, "room to grow" they'll say.

My starter novel will leave me bitter. "I've been there" I'll say. I got my feet wet. Too wet. My start novel will leave me cynical. "You have no idea" I warn. My starter novel will leave me yearning. Brief flings with short fiction, a puff piece or two, but nothing will ever come close to that first bite, moving day, taste of the written word, still not convinced I'm not the imposter I think I am.

I want to write a starter novel. So I can know that I can do it. To pack a U-Haul with textual glory and say, "look out world, I have a voice."