it could have been worse.

“there are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.”  (albert einstein) creative writing challenge day 12: it could have been worse. what is ‘it’ anyway?  yesterday’s scorn?  the broken heart?  the post-war bedroom tears?  the lost job?  the rainy grey…

a stranger.

“meeting a stranger can be totally fleeting and meaningless, for example, unless you enter the individual’s world by finding out at least one thing that is meaningful to his or her life and exchange at lest one genuine feeling. tuning in to others is a circular flow: you send yourself out toward people; you receive…

what you want to be remembered for.

if you’re reading static confusion daily you know by now that i’m partaking in a creative writing challenge for the month of july.  (thank you dear reader for coming along with me). this particular theme (what you want to be remembered for) doesn’t resonate well with me; it doesn’t compel me to write.  simply because…

hanging out in the cemetery.

to fully embrace today’s creative writing theme i thought it best to go and sit in a cemetery.  to sit amongst the dead; to listen to the whispers of their memories once said. although tonight was rather balmy, not much wind in the air, if one sat long enough, penetrated through the stillness, there was…

how yesterday’s event could have gone.

two years ago i read a book about leonard cohen titled “yesterday’s tomorrow”. ever since then I have reevaluated just how we live our days. never a fan of regrets I’ve come to embrace yesterday’s tomorrow as an opportunity to rejuvenate. sure., the events of the day past were probably shit but why dwell on…

the road goes forever on.

tis the fifth day of the july creative writing challenge. the road towards my own creative beginning seems to go forever on in of itself. but let us not dwell on that dear reader. rather, i fancy to share something that I heard evening last. “poetry is perpetual, so we want it always.” there tucked…

the place i grew up.

a couple of weeks ago a dear friend inspired me to join her in a creative writing challenge for the month of july. a simple task really, 30 days; thirty different topics. here it is 4th of july and alas i have yet to write one post. rather than catch up i’m going to just…

staccato burst: swedish laughter.

“jag älskar hur du skrattar.” -beautiful bird weekend past, a viking in a pair of canary yellow converse kicks reminded me, “i love the way you laugh”. my darling swedish silver lining …

poem mso.

night time skies beautiful blue eyes; dusk blown kisses individual misses; a scornful sparrow gone is yesterday’s tomorrow; light morning rain her forgotten name; tangled white sheets to empty grey streets; his unmade bed in her messed up head.