Tag Archives: thinking

Job Hunting While Slightly Depressed Blues

I hate job hunting. I think everyone does. I don’t think that anyone gets up on a Monday morning, with a handful of resumes, and thinks that it’s going to be a great experience, and that they’re going to fall … Continue reading

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A Caustic Summer (Excerpt 2)

An excerpt from A Caustic Summer. A novella by Brady Tighe. Available now! 1st Circle of Sober Hell The Unmade Bed of Sleepless Hot Nights It’s too hot to sleep, and so you toss and turn among the sheets and … Continue reading

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Adolescent/Middle School Sports Failures

When the only word you’ve written is “fuck”/16 times in a row/then you know you’re in it/a mental dead zone/not writer’s block/but all of your thoughts bottlenecked/fighting to get through/gouging eyes/clawing limbs/a deafening cacophony of thoughts/misery biting the ankles of … Continue reading

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Bus Advertisements

This poem is from my upcoming book, Side 1/Side 2. The book comes out tomorrow! Chambray shirt damp from the rain cigarette stains on paperback pages and me cracking jokes about bus ads. Cold chill in the spring air winter … Continue reading

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“Hey Brady”

This poem is from my upcoming book, Side 1/Side 2. The book comes out tomorrow!  “What’s a haiku?” 5 7 5 Motherfucker Easy one I am the single greatest poet in this entire room. “Okay cool, so what’s a soliloquy?” … Continue reading

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Post Mortem

I am again stuck in the vacuum that comes from finishing things. As of today, I have completed work on two new books, and right on cue, possibly the second I hit the send button of the email I sent … Continue reading

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Almost Dead Pens

All these pens are almost dead and I can’t tell which ones will make it to the end of this poem. I pick one and write faster. Waiting on a line that doesn’t finish waiting for a dead end gripped … Continue reading

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