I Enjoy Stream Of Consciousness Stories And Poems

Daggers of anxiety tonight.I seem to have grown a new jowl overnight; my slacking is turning to sagging.  I think it’s my smile lines atrophying. I should practice to the mirror in the morning - like a chimp gnawing, all teeth and...

The park now is dark and damp; sodden leaves and slugs squelch underfoot. An astringent barb in my nose from all the decay.  Long gone are the post-Olympics runners, the accountants cycling home from work on their new expensive bikes...

The Ride
(on my stream of consciousness)
watch the stream as it's going
never stopping, always flowing
how i'm feeling
what i'm thinking
babies drooling
feet are stinking
eat a sandwich,
take a
sip
ping coffee over
there
she
is
there a...

Crystallizing feelings into words, at its most basic, is like making icicles. Trickles of thought, trapped; the encapsulation of Michael held in graceful statis.  Hope is eternally frozen, expectant, dreaming away the day. Freedom is...

Trickery is what’s done this to me. Fast hands and imperceptible gestures I’ve missed as I’ve gurned and chuntered, spat and hissed, whilst staring into the middle distance and wondered.  When I refocus everyone goes quiet...

With plastic bag on my head, I filter out all the mistakes that burn my house. Fat, talking heads that float and laugh, keep getting fed.
Eye contact is solar stare, I got myself in mental pit and with every reach I reach upwards...

So. News?  On what shall I muse?  There’s so much going on that I’m floundering.  Sinking, drowing.  I shouldn’t be!  I’m supposed to be Master of my Fate not some puppet victim ingrate.  I fancy myself in control; a well...

Cream Sherry, cheap hashish and an Epiphone acoustic guitar. Though I like to escape, I don’t like to stray very far. These days. I’ve got two handfuls of tunes to rehearse, get right, and it’s the night. I worked extra hard on...

I’ve got a ‘Here and Now’ *Bong!* app on my phone.  So far, thankfully, it’s only gone-off when I’ve been alone.  A singing bowl would be better - more resonant but less convenient - over and after-tones kiss-chasing...

Examples of small desolations that end up as inconsequential phrasings, or exhalations; exhorting my glory if I disdain the doubt and existential dread I feel gnawing.

It’s easier said than done, and it’s not fun.I’m combatting insomnia with napping. My mood is snappy, and the weeks flash past almost before I’ve begun.  I’m up-front scared with an undercurrent of residual anger; I’m...

i am an omniscient narrator, meandering slightly into convex upheavals,
a constant traveler of sandy cracks, breaking up sidewalks inevitably
while carrying accidental crosses stitched in symmetrical green leaves,
shining as a petroleum...