Tag: daily writing

• Passenger Seat

  Sicker than a sticker on streets like splat Whatever the word was Just jiggle the keys and I’ll juggle the rest

  G. Pearson

  June 2, 2021

  Writing

  daily writing, free form poetry, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Writing

• Morning Egg

  It’s still early enough And I need to get the juices flowing My fingers and hands stay remarkable still, though I’m an anxious mess each morning The execution is so key to the end result The first, loud click is heard throughout my apartment. Then the next Before I know it, I’m looking at a […]

  G. Pearson

  April 14, 2021

  creative nonfiction, Writing

  anonymous, blocked, burner, comedy, daily writing, fake account, funny, hidden account, Instagram, Micro Poetry, micro writing, morning routine, shitpost, trolling, Twitter, unpopular opinion, Writing

• Unloving Love

  

  Today, I’m at the freehand on Ohio (19 E), feeling fortunate that I can leave then to somewhere to sleep the same night then to my need to rush the gauntlet where people (are meant to) battle to meet (but ultimately fall short of) my lofty expectations then to: negative ruminations behind and a mind […]

  G. Pearson

  April 7, 2021

  creative nonfiction, Poetry, Writing

  aging, art, breakup, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, dreams, drinking, emotional, escapism, free form poetry, freehand, gpoy, hostel, hotel, life lessons, life of a writer, loneliness, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, runaway, short story, social distance, Writing

• The Truth of The Spare Tire

  What do I have a spare tire for? I don’t even know how to drive. I told my friend I didn’t have friends and he agreed. I wanted to meet new people, but then I couldn’t find any good reason I’d leave my place to meet people.

  G. Pearson

  February 28, 2021

  Poetry, Writing

  creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, depression, drinking, emotional, free form poetry, gpoy, Hiatus, life of a writer, loneliness, memories, Micro Poetry, mood, pandemic, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, questions, self-help, short story, social distance, tumblr, Writing

• The 12:20 Ride

  Alecs was lucky to be able to hop into this Uber. It was under $8 on a route they’d been taking for months. At the beginning of February the price averaged as low as $6. These days, the lowest has been $13. Now, the other passenger pipes, “Why don’t you try driving for Lyft? I […]

  G. Pearson

  January 30, 2021

  creative nonfiction, Writing

  anxiety, castaway, creati, creative nonfiction, daily writing, inner dialogue, inner thoughts, loneliness, lyft, millennials, nonfiction, overthinking, quarantine, quarantine writing, rideshare, smalltalk, social distance, watercooler, wfh, Writing

• Sandsuckers

  In the morning they installed 100% California Bluegrass. Avalon made people around her vindictive and impatient when she wasn’t trying to. To them, she was obtrusive in sight and impossible to get out of their heads. So the night before, when they thought no one could find them for being so dark, I saw with […]

  G. Pearson

  June 20, 2020

  Writing

  agriculture, Christian writing, creative nonfiction, daily writing, home improvement, landscaping, life lessons, life of a writer, questions, real estate, short story, social distance, Writing

• Should Not Even Be A Word

  

  What is not gradient?What flow of time isn’t eventual memory loss? What remembrance wasn’t each day feeling the real thing less and less and then transferring sensation into delusional perception—for the sake of not fading? What isn’t gradient?It should not even be a word. What catatonic love wasn’t daily forgetting why anything was worth the […]

  G. Pearson

  June 12, 2020

  Uncategorized

  aging, art, art theory, daily writing, death, gradient, life lessons, memories, memory loss, mood progression, nostalgia, Poetry, questions, stress, Writing

• Sour Daze

  I melt right down to sticky glaze thinking those sweet cherubs had to be consoled of me. Seeing those faces in the yearbooks past, I wonder if I’ve done my job well enough. Old friends I’ve tormented tell me it made them stronger — made the smiles afterward longer lasting. Over the years, these dear […]

  G. Pearson

  May 12, 2020

  Writing

  daily writing, food writing, inspiration, inspo, Instagram, metaphor, Writing, writing prompt