I properly learned this song existed in July of 2021 but didn’t know who wrote it until tonight. I listened to Pablo Honey for the first time tonight and was pretty shocked to find out that Creep is a single on it. Let me try to explain. The first time I heard this song was […]
Read more "Written After Listening to Creep for the First Time at age 33 on March 11th, 2022 by Thursday Simpson"
SeedsIn a secret gardenI buried a seedthat bloomed and blossomedinto a field. Baby BreathOpen skiesBaby breath by a bridgeFresh breezeThe grass on your feetA smile upon your faceAll in a day.
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Do not make huge changes,Make subtle adjustments.Too grand or too sudden,And it won’t stick.Try drinking four beersOn a Sunday,Instead of six.Grow your hairA little longer,Read a book by an author,You have not tried before.Go to a different bar,Take the trainInstead of your car.Eat mulligatawny soup andWatermelon.Watch a French movieOn Television.Worry about the morning,When it comes.
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When I Became a Ghost I strayed to the shore floated out along the morning mist I bobbed on the buoys salty crests sprayed over me I gripped for days on end I let the ocean waves whack me clutched to that floating device as if it were my oracle greyed arms wrapped tightly clung […]
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Comrade February It was a reasonto knock on your door–the ice cream from the freezer,a bowl of vanillaseasoned with pink saltlike your great grandmother taught me.There are thingsthat seem off-putting at firstat just gone 2 in the morning,when the snow makes a soft hissas it shifts and fallswith the spiked orbs of the sweetgumsbehind your […]
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It’s been twelve years since I believed I couldn’t kiss girls without being struck down by Moroni’s gold trumpet. You told me waiting until I was eight to get baptized meant it was my own choice as if eight-year-olds can make a decision about eternity. At the same age I was confused when you asked […]
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a day spent at the beach right after when Egrets infringe; a span of wings permeates in peripatetic nothingness; Pelagic- An adjective related to open sea seemed far more relatable to a story; gospel calling; a soliloquy; a passive surge of condolence melting in the ocean— shores are romantic lovers accepting each thing that travel […]
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Catch the Wind Love is born through the absurdity of Knowing another Or rather– the endeavor of Knowing another Which remains forever unfulfilled. Perhaps that is the allure of Love– Like a hamster running on its wheel Moving nowhere in time and space Love keeps Knowing just out of arm’s reach With every step we […]
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BURN When an arsonist haunted our street my lip trembled with helplessness. The first fire, a rosemary bush outside the house of an outspoken neighbor big white beard and pot-bellied, picture a grizzled Santa Claus. The first time we spoke he told me about the ex-son-in-law he almost murdered, beating him and driving his car […]
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