Hello everyone. Every now and then thoughts pass through my mind, and I like them well enough that I type them out as notes on my phone. I almost lied and said that I jot them down in my journal, but alas, I save my journal for longer, rambling thoughts. These are the smaller pieces of my psyche, ones that could maybe develop into poems or essays or some meandering written thing. I’m going to arrange them in the order that I wrote, er, typed them down, then I’m going to rearrange them in a way that turns them into something slightly fresh. Sprightly flesh, I hope. Allow me to try and suffuse them with new life. Here they are.

I want love that blooms and grows
like spring,
that waits while snow falls and
covers everything.

To be neutral in the face of indecency is to be indecent.

To sing the ragged edge
Handsome/Devil
Night coffee

An exhortation against productivity culture

warp of woman, weft of feeling,
west of time, and love, and dreaming,

And now, without further ado, the new form of my old notes.

Handsome/Devil,

I want love that blooms and grows like spring, that waits while snow falls and covers everything. Warp of woman, weft of feeling. To be neutral in the face of indecency is to be indecent. To sing the ragged edge, night coffee: an exhortation against productivity culture.

West of time, and love, and dreaming,
Chris