Overthinking

By Blake Adamson

My mind races ahead
Questions, questions, questions
My mind races ahead
Tomorrow’s too soon, but too far away
My mind races ahead
Winding up my back, and tightening holds
My mind races ahead
Crying would be nice, but my eyes are dry

A Message of Compassion

By Blake Adamson

Sometimes our lives feel meaningless and full of darkness, like we’re dropping endlessly into a hole. Other times, our lives are too bright, like looking directly into a spotlight, revealing all our flaws and insecurities to the world, most of all to ourselves.
    In these times, compassion is our greatest weapon. Not a sword in hand, but a branch held in the beak of a dove – a symbol of mercy and of new beginnings. It’s a lesson worth learning again.

Turtle on the Rocks

By Blake Adamson

On the river rock I wake

the mist from the rage on my eyelids
From the warmth I stretch my legs
and raise my head

The torrent around me streams and shakes

But today I will go, even if unbid
Today I sink or swim
And I move from my bed

Bootleggers on the River after a Fresh Night Rain

By Blake Adamson

Black sludge for water
Full of muck and that pond stink
The moon’s drenched in haze
Just after the rain
The woods are like pitch
And the going slow

Monotonous Late Night Boredom

By Blake Adamson














I sit on my side of the bed and watch her
Watch her, watch her

She wears nothing but the fishnet stockings
Nothing, nothing

Within the Void

“Three-Corner Plane in Space,”
by Max Bill (1908-1994)^*

Inspired by a sculpture

By Blake Adamson










Eventless
If there was anything before, now there is no trace
Eventless
Not a sound or a sight to behold in this endless nothing
Eventless
The void is invasive, disturbing, it scares, it worries us, it jars
Eventless
Until it comes; the single reminder of what was once us