Best advice this week:
Be a shark.
Sharks don’t feeling sorry
They don’t second-guess
Or mope or worry
Or complain about Mondays.
Sharks bite shit.
They swim around
Doing sharky things
Because they’re sharks
And that’s what they do.
-T. Weeks
The shortest distance between two points
Isn’t always a straight line
That’s why light bends when it goes through water
True story
Blows my mind
I’ll bet it’s true for other things too
.
Like google maps
.
.
.
And careers
-T. Weeks
Inspired to write
Inspired to draw
Inspired to speak
Inspired to discover
Inspired to make
Inspired to move
Inspired to do
…what?
-T. Weeks
Right when the wheel touches the ground
Smoke slips
Acrid cloud delicate and white
And a window-muted screech
We bounce and sway
Taxi between white lanes of frozen grass
Winter is a local
Born and raised here
Grows right out of the ground
The buildings seem apathetic
Kind of like caribou scattered on the tundra
It’s quiet here
Even the inside of the airport is quiet
Where are all the sounds?
Mountains crouch on the horizon
That’s where we’re headed
Up close the peaks ignore us
The bus scittering between their toes
Do they even know we’re here?
-T. Weeks
Peel off winter
Fingernail under the edge
Crack open shadows
Squeeze out Sunny D
Shake out five pennies
Buy something new
Sit on old sorrow
Buy new pants
Spring-sky sneak peek
Commercial-free fantasy
Set a timer
Fall into that thought
Bounce on the finale
Ride the white dawn
Twist open the blinds
Water the shoot
Put down this poem
Read something else
-T. Weeks
Life Immense 