Rep by RepI grind.I tear.I lift through fire.Pause.Breath ragged.Steel waits.I hammer.I bleed.I spit in fatigue’s face.Pause.Eyes blur.Floor tilts.I press.I lift.I will not yield.Pause.Bar cold.Hands lock.I break pain.I break sleep.I break the voice that says stop.Pause.Heart pounds.Black creeps close.I rise.I set.I do not quit. Rep by Rep is a strength workout meets Garmin Connect meets Facebook … Continue reading Rep By Rep| Musings from a Stonehead
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CyclopsA globe of bone.Polished white,no seam, no hair,a moon grown mean.A crag of nose,jutting—wind-cut, cliff-hard.Below itthe single eye,burning on some pointI cannot name.Not me.Not the space.A…| Musings from a Stonehead
Featherfall(An allegory.)At first light,under a bruised sky,the First Raven rose—hackles oiled,black mood on black air.”Freedom!” he cried,the Conspiracy lifted with him—razor beaks,tun…| Musings from a Stonehead
Daily writing promptWhat aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?View all responses Brief SparksPride in culture?Meaningless cant.Inherited accidentsparaded as fate…| Musings from a Stonehead
Design Flawit’s under warranty,he begins, hard and loud.you’ll replace it. today.i give the script—name, address, model number, please.he keeps shouting.the fridge, he says,is ruined.what exactly h…| Musings from a Stonehead
5 posts published by Stonehead during September 2025| Musings from a Stonehead
Lesley’s recent comment about enjoying surrealist poetry prompted me to gather these four poems—each a philosophical romp dressed in absurdity—for her enjoyment. The Gut Instinct GambitWhat is intu…| Musings from a Stonehead
Tweedledum, Tweedledee, and the Indecent MoonIn which the twins debate the distinction between perception and imagination.Tweedledum declared from a sock atop a stump:“Perception is what bites you …| Musings from a Stonehead
Say ItDo they come at dawn?Do they come at dusk?Do they come at dinner,plates still warm?With shields?With masks?With smiles?With apologies?Tea?Biscuit?Thank you.No thank you.Bags by the door.Numbe…| Musings from a Stonehead
The trials and tribulations of a modern crofter| Musings from a Stonehead
The Reapers’ QueueOne stood to claim, but none could close –his breath a thread too thin to hold.They passed the name from scythe to claws,from cloak to bone, from reach to held.The bell had …| Musings from a Stonehead