

Minor AgoniesMinor Agonies by David ValleyMinor Agonies
I feel the pain tonight, but it is not a bad thing.
It is not bad because it reminds me that I am not as good or as smart a I sometimes think I am. I have the pain because I drink too much coffee.
Romantically, I think to myself it is good to feel this pain in my gut, because I generally don’t feel pain anywhere else. Not like I used to.
Not in my head. Not in my heart.
Only the young can thrive on that pain, and grow a little from it.
I am far from


Ink on PaperInk on Paper by David ValleyInk on Paper
Not long tonight. Just a little something. Something that is ink on white paper. Black ink on paper. Just to
hear the scratch of the nib.
So many nights of nothing. Reading, yes. Perhaps learning. But really doing nothing.
Such joy, then, to go out and crawl through the mud. To sweat and to smell. To scream with the pain. To know I am alive.


DreamsDreams by David ValleyDreams
This is the full moon of January. The fullest I have ever seen. The night is cold
(cold; piping for the blood to dance upon), and the wind, even more so, drives her to my arms. This is maybe the best of everything.
So it strikes me odd that I am alone, elsewhere, but next to water (tame water) under the full moon of January. The fullest I have ever seen.
This woman, her skin ice-silver (radiant), is beauty.
The crunch of the snow beneath our feet – no, I haven’t seen snow yet, have never watched the feathe
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