Category: Morning Writing

Checking boxes
Gets me high
Feeling productive
Cheapest drug

Watch this
Poem… complete
Box checked
Mmmm feels so good

-T. Weeks

Colorful balloons
Tied with delicate strings
Much too fine to grasp
Slip through clumsy fingers
Shrinking to nothing
Dancing in the wind
Try tying them down
That won’t save them
As they shrivel and prune
Sink to the ground
Balloons can’t hold air forever

-T. Weeks

Everywhere he looked all he saw was questions
Almost nothing looked like answers
He liked questions so this wasn’t frustrating
It was just another question

-T. Weeks
(Excerpt from morning writing)