Author Archives: Brian Sommers

im trying to write listsmy problem is whenever i attempt thisits easier to write it outlike a poemthat isnt a poemand most list ideasnever connectdirectly with me make a plan to decrease the clutter what can i sell or give awaythis isnt difficult to doall my jewelry toolsmy little tablemy wheeled carti want it toContinue reading “my worksheet 5-7-20”

I had six or maybe seven or eight of them at one time. When I used to collect them. Slowly I got rid of them, something today i regret. I was fine with my word processor except it’s to easy to fix and patch broken sentences and wrecked words. I want a typewriter so IContinue reading “i want a typewriter”

-leaky roof drips in the bucketall aloneon the kitchen floor:natures metronome i sit tapping out a rhythmon the dining room tablemaking music with nature

i have been cooking up a sci-fi or fantasy or maybe one of each, story. Here are the WIP’s of poems I’m working on, very rough and they all need to be expanded and trimmed along with better words chosen. -old tractorold tall frail skinny farmerriding a tall rusty red tractorthin hard tiresgoing alongas ifContinue reading “i have been workin’…”

Monday, an hour before noonand this is when I begin?I know I need to readbut I also need to writewriting is the most importantbut I want to write abouthappy thingsballoonssweetsdonutsice creamI want to writealistpoemor maybe a black out poemI need newspaperswith a good Tombow markerand go to townand start redactingall the good stuffthat should beContinue reading “my bad work i did on monday”

i wanted to ignore thisto move on and not use thisblog of minebut then i realizedi have this so i might as welluse itif for nothing elsethan to write words in itat least show up andpretend***i was motivated to really getback to writingwordsagainafter i read the letterSol Lewitt wrote toEva Hesseway back thenabout doing badContinue reading “i have this blog so i might as well use it”

Back, humpedleaning toward the 9-year-oldin the coffee shop. This morning they are havingcommunication issues. 9-year-old: rebellious:doesn’t want to do what the old man asks of him. Old man insists:he is not over asking of his 9-year-old. Old man: circles the ring,trying different angles.9-year-old: stiffenspricks like a thorn in his flesh. Old man: had ENOUGH.twisted faceContinue reading “Old man and his 9 year old”

1004 It’s Friday and I want to flight sim (flight sim/simming is the act of using flight simulation software on one’s computer to simulate any phases of flying an aircraft.) instead of writing. Why? Because I don’t believe that I’ll ever get paid to write anything. And because of that belief it doesn’t matter whatContinue reading “What I Wrote Today on 2/14/20”

I’m frazzled and all I did was get out of bed this morning. I’m fifty-four years old, with the emphasis on old. I don’t sleep well a lot of nights. Let me take that back, I sleep well when I sleep. Most nights I’m wide awake from four to six in the morning. I findContinue reading “The Words I Wrote 021320”

The day is almost over and Lillie will be coming home and I’ve got nothing to show for today. I joined a lot of writing groups on Facebook. I’m hoping that will help but I know I need to show up and do the work. That’s the part that scares me. It’s so difficult toContinue reading “This is What I Wrote 021220”