Not Very New Hyperfixation Rediscovered Write A Poem Abt It

IN 150 CHARACTERS OR LESS - Nikita Gill

a collection of motivational insights regarding content creation and creative hobbies

and of course the classic

Richard Hugo, Essay on Poetic Theory: The Triggering Town

There was a young man from Peru

Whose limericks stopped at line two

*takes your face gently in my hands and looks sincerely into your eyes* listen. your home does not need to look like a showroom. homes are meant to be lived in, and that means a certain amount of mess. it's okay if there is clutter on your desk or if you don't remember the last time you cleaned your oven. mess is morally neutral. but at the same time, you deserve to live in an environment that is safe and comfortable, and that means someone has to clean sometimes. things like mold, spoiled food, and dirty litter boxes are genuine health hazards and need to be dealt with before they make someone sick. think of cleaning less as "my home needs to be completely spotless" and more as "I am an animal and I need a habitat that is free of hazardous material." it's okay. *kisses you on the forehead and tucks you into a blanket*

(and of course it is always acceptable and even good for you to ask someone else to help you with cleaning if it's physically or mentally difficult for you. even if you're paying them to do it.)

writing, music, drawing, cooking, painting, sculpting. creating. art of every form is beautiful, don’t you think? is it not worth appreciating, the work, the passion the love, of something someone made, created. it is quite irreplaceable. and once you start appreciating its different ways, the world becomes a lot more vibrant, i think

#89

I saw you today.

I had given up on spotting your sunlight silhouette.

But I saw you for a moment.

Your hand was real and raw and in my hand for the obsessing or destroying.

But I just watched my fingers curl around yours and noticed the crinkles around your eyes.

And smiled back.

Bottlecap Press

I Never Leave Lost Teeth Under My Pillow, by Lizzie Ferguson

Poetry, chapbook, 56 pages, from Bottlecap Features. Lizzie Ferguson’s first collected work is a challenge to the reader to embody different

From Lizzie Ferguson's chapbook, I Never Leave Lost Teeth Under My Pillow, available from Bottlecap Press!

thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.