Tag Archives: happiness

Side 1/Side 2

A new collection of poetry. 38 new poems. Side 1 and Side 2. Flip it like a record, and read your preference of the poetry. Shoot me an email at bradytighe@gmail.com and I’ll send you one. $15. Side 1 Poems … Continue reading

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Some Happy Thoughts (For Once)

It’s late at night. A car squeals somewhere off in the distance like a woman crying out. I wake up, look out at the lights of the city, and I feel at home enough to go back to sleep. The … Continue reading

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Two Meditations

Meditations For A Protracted Self-Destruction: Imagine the taste of ash. Imagine your brain is a piece of steel wool. Imagine cigarette smoke has ruined all the walls of your apartment. Maybe you should try yoga. Contemplate a burning down of … Continue reading

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At the Airport

Heartache had taken over my life. So I decided to hop in the car and drive around a city that had nothing left for me, listening to Bruce Springsteen’s The River at a volume that sounded like the E-Street Band … Continue reading

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Happy

“You seem happier,” she told me over dinner and I sipped my beer and felt like the king of the fucking world. I was happier, and I did feel better, because it seemed like people cared about all this writing … Continue reading

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Two Good Days

I had two good days where everyone cared and everything tasted good and I drank wine and I wrote poems and even when I woke up at 2 in the afternoon and fucked around for a few hours it all … Continue reading

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Probably Tomato

It doesn’t burn; it just feels like someone poured cream of mushroom soup and concrete into my middle. This is sadness, I think. I always thought I was immune, but it looks like that’s not the case, as I sit … Continue reading

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