• Taddy commented on the post, retreat 5 years, 2 months ago

    In the gentle stretch, the seconds tick and finally the knot loosens. Exhale, hold the pose. Pause. Breathe and go back. Now the other side, feel the knots, the seconds the loosening. Treat, re-treat.

  • Taddy commented on the post, struggle 5 years, 10 months ago

    How… perfect, for that is just what defines my quest for words, for the place of song and beauty that I used to frequent before. Before… Before what? All that is left is a struggle, and I can’t see past it.

  • Taddy commented on the post, startled 6 years, 9 months ago

    A beginning, jumping to conclusions, jumping out of my skin,butterflies in my stomach where there was peace a moment ago. What gives? Random chemistry coursing through my body.

  • Taddy commented on the post, embellish 6 years, 9 months ago

    Is this really necessary, when life already carries intractable complexity, beauty and horror all in one, excess and paucity, why embellish reality? Temperature, days, expressions, acts and facts. All enough, I promise.

  • Taddy commented on the post, stalled 6 years, 9 months ago

    Snow blown in the wind, hard, biting, unforgiving. Rumbles in an unmeasurable distance. Vague lights blinking randomly in the blizzard. Empty gas tank.

  • Taddy commented on the post, available 7 years ago

    Arching Valley, Always Inspired, Longing Away Before Love Exists.

  • Taddy commented on the post, available 7 years ago

    Antiquated Views
    Always Indignant
    Lacking Acknowledgment
    Beyond Ludicrous
    Extravagance

  • Taddy commented on the post, available 7 years ago

    “Is this seat available?” Random question, a fork in the proverbial road. Whichever way I go, there will remain a path not traveled, an infinite tree of possibilities. Does it ever happen that one of these untraveled roads meets the traveled one? Wouldn’t that be the definition of fate?

  • Taddy commented on the post, available 7 years ago

    They used to be available at the ready, my words, eager, sharp, just awaiting a gaze, a wink, to come farandoling at the rhythm of my steps.

  • Taddy commented on the post, methods 7 years ago

    Methods
    diods
    arthropods
    ipods
    pods
    mods
    modes
    roads
    loads
    toads
    tads

  • Taddy commented on the post, methods 7 years ago

    Clear tear-drop shaped illusion of glass, scent that wants to elicit nature, colors that could be stained glass or pale gems, all in a soap bottle with an unlikely name, a cleverly written website that does not give answers but manipulates expectations.

  • Taddy commented on the post, employees 7 years ago

    Don’t think, just write, they keep repeating, but frankly, what am I? Just a drone? A grunt chained to a desk all day long, with no room for my soul, my mind, myself? Yet, if they knew what I know…

  • Taddy commented on the post, soups 7 years, 5 months ago

    steamy bubbly endlessly new exercises in creativity grabbing whatever is at hand finishing whatever was left warming the insides nourishing the bodies filling the house with warmth

  • Taddy commented on the post, leading 7 years, 6 months ago

    A sense of entrapment, leading to a friendship, leading to curiosity, leading to success, leading to loss, leading to a trip, leading to an encounter, leading to an aspiration, leading to a migration, leading to a […]

  • Taddy commented on the post, retrieve 7 years, 6 months ago

    Deep in my soul, behind a curtain of anguish and disillusionment, I am trying to retrieve what used to be the essence of me I could finally reconcile with.

  • Taddy commented on the post, station 8 years, 6 months ago

    I so miss the train stations in Europe, their predictability, individual character, the sense of hope with which they are associated in my memory. Stations are places that invite writing, where temporary anonymity and human companionship live together.

  • Taddy commented on the post, funeral 8 years, 6 months ago

    New word, new day, I was thinking, until it popped on my screen, suggesting endings and grief, the migraine crushing Baudelaire’s skull, the opposite of what I keep hoping for.

  • Taddy commented on the post, rise 8 years, 6 months ago

    Puffy eyed, bloated, achy, discouraged, burdened, uncertain, lost, overwhelmed, hurting–that is how rise today. What a day, hu?

  • Taddy commented on the post, rise 8 years, 6 months ago

    Phoenix who shines triumphant from the clutches of death and the ashes of oblivion, soaring free of the unspeakable burdens of life.

  • Taddy commented on the post, rise 8 years, 6 months ago

    Smell of leaven, fermenting yeast that brings life to the humble elements, patience as bubbles form and fibers stretch, bread in the making to be savored, shared, appreciated.