What It Is

I did sketch this, a hive of letters. My hand still hurts. Never again…

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So you may have jounced on life’s currents, felt the rocks nip at your skull.  I sure hope so.  I got some dents myself.

This is my version of a real website, the literary kind, from someone who knows the difference.  At least I think I do.  I think it now, so it must be true.

Meet me, the propeller, and you better watch your fingers.  Oh, and don’t call it a ‘blog.’  Call it a shell.  Or a website.  Well I guess ‘blog’ is fine.  Sure whatever.  Just take off those shoes.  I won’t have mud in here.

I love poetry for its ability to maintain a feeling.  Like in a jar with holes, peeking out, the life of the thing.  Its better parts, especially.  I could squash it if I wished, but I’d rather pin it up.  There is always humor.  Sanity is the price.

I do what I can for this waning art.  I push myself to live it, because it’s holiness to me.  I can feel its lifeblood, I’ll tell you that.  And I am not religious.

Welcome to my poetry site, Reclusewritings.
And I am looking for artwork.
Check out my submissions page.

Brian Looney,
Blooneybird at Gmail.com

All work featured on this site is the product and property of Brian Looney and may not be duplicated without his permission.  Reblogs are okay.


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