The Penhead Diaries

Filling my time in
This rented geography
‘Fore the lease is up
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There is a strange, beautiful connection to be found in a subway’s #exhausted collective, an understanding where words are unnecessary but the meaning clearly known; that though we may never meet again, still we’re all in this together.
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Wading into the flowing river of days.
Each mapped. Planned. Prepared.
Eager dawns & exhausted dusks marking the passage.
But my understanding of where I’m going capitulates each morn & a dull fear asks: When I arrive, will I even recognize the world that awaits me?
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It was in the wretched excuse of an afterglow that she realized that sex with him was the #cummerbund of physical relationships: a need only really called for under very specific circumstances; at all other times, a cause to wonder what purpose it actually served?
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Was hope worth having when this #liminal life continues to twist and stretch it from our grasp, the stick lengthening while the carrot fades past the horizon

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My heart stills to you
Captured by sweet #susurrus
In midst of chaos

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Yearning to “return to a simpler time” means the #primordial soup at the dawn of existence, an unburdening of consciousness where the only thing to worry about is the threat of heat death, with none of that pesky empathy to get in the way of one basking in id.

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There is a drive, oft derailed by the intimate details, to be a part of something bigger than one’s #self, the goal quickly abandoned when scale back will do. For a tree doesn’t grow full straight from seed, but gradually fills the space it is destined to occupy.

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Against the winds of the world, my wants seem #small and delicate. Those nights, when knees come close to buckle, I wonder why I spent so much time on flitting, fragile things. But I know, down deep, that they made me who I am - a man far stronger than seeming.
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Why did he seek the risk? Why leave the ocean and aim for life’s #strait? Threading that line, to become the wreck his family already thought him to be, yet ripping them from their comfortable assumption by emerging on the other side - was just too tantalizing.

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#splinter in the mood
Breaking a day into night
Splitting flesh of dreams.

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If her eyes were an endless ocean - as he had so often crooned - then in his betrayal she would not given him the pleasure of drowning, with no drop or drop of #brine to spare.

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Due to the silent stares from his new coworkers, it didn’t take Daniel long to realize that his previous excitement at being transferred to the #nudibranch division of the marine biology department had been based on a gross misunderstanding.

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Thoughts linger at night
A #predator, tense and taut
To pounce when sleep comes.
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Know in the moment
When I ‘cut to the marrow’
It’s no soft insult.
I will break your only guard
And sever your core essence.
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“Ooo, watch out…”
“Stop it.”
“You’re in dangerous waters. I hear there’s a #narwhal about-“
“-cut it out, I’m serious-“
“-if you’re not careful, he might poke you-“
“-MOM! I’m 35. Please just give me flu shot already!”
“Oh, you’re no fun. Now hold still, little sailor!”
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At #selkie elementary school, teaching the English alphabet has always proven difficult, as all students get stuck with a stutter on the letter “R”.
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The devastation
When your touted bravery
Comes as a #whimper

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In #defense of the #anglerfish,
it may look vicious, but I have to imagine that he’s really just a friendly little chap lighting the way for weary ocean travelers. Much like a Motel 6, he’ll leave the light on for you.

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We need #clarity
When the homonym #matrix
Complicates language.
Ever can a wrath-filled #wraith
Know more than a piece of peace?
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Our parents taught us
#immunity has limits.
Yet never they learned.

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Holding your small hand
Your instinctive grip mighty
A moment to smile.
Covering the #hiraeth mood
Of the world I wished you raised.

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“What’s not to love?!” He said, voice raised. “Want great tv with a great story? Boom! Feeling #soporific and want to fall asleep, yet not feel like you missed something? It’s got that too!”

There weren’t many things he vehemently defended, but COLUMBO was definitely one of them.
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A bitter moment
#dissolves on the tongue.
Mind’s hidden parts step to light
While others succumb to #eclipse.
Self love & loathe in an eternal moment as I lay still, traveling eons.

I miss the step back I can never take.
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Oh, to have come up with something inspirational to help her feel better; Something about how wounds always come and #scars always heal, but if you don’t leave it alone, it stays open and festers. He would have loved to say something like that.

In silence, he gave her a pat on the head.
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A #pallor so stark
Framed hard by a dark hair’s edge
No color between.
Does the spirit match the skin?
What pain could so drain the hue?
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There is no past deed irreparable.
There is no future broken.
Hope only flows away in the instant when our hands hesitate at the #suture.

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He never understood his mother’s love for his childhood stories and scribbles - those hours he’d find her amongst dust-collecting boxes in the attic - until his own children had grown and gone; their short visits but a #trace of memory from times happier and beloved.
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Do not let others chide your stride through the grass while their road ahead lay beaten; For the Devil abhors and the heavens hallow the #selcouth soul.
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When do we worry?
Do code strings remind us of we -
We who made that which will do -
Worry should set in when?

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