This poem was written by Brian Bolding in his poetry book for April-June 2021, "Out of the Dark".
04.08.21 Awakening (Poem)
04.06.21 What I did (and didn’t do) during the Pandemic (Journal)
I didn't learn a new language or save the world, but here's a list of what I did during the pandemic to stop from going insane. Us single folks had it pretty rough. xx
03.10.21 Marching On (Journal)
March is here. It's been a year. The pandemic is still with us, but hopefully not for long. I've got to stay strong...
03.07.21 “Being Endlessly Alone is a Selfless Task” (Poem)
Poem written on 3/7/21
03.05.21 Yes, I’m still here. Are you? Part 3. (Journal)
Continuing on from my last post... New Home. So, after Alex passed away, I felt compelled to make a change or two in my life. I had sat around for months and months, working from home and still making A's in grad school online. Life had become predictable, depressing, boring and lonely. My family, as... Continue Reading →
03.04.21 Yes, I’m still here. Are you? Part 2. (Journal)
Hello, anyone. Long time no see... I know it's been 6 months since I last posted on my site, but SO MUCH has happened, it would take a couple of novels to explain it all. Because of this, I'm just gonna give you the Cliff Notes version..! Bobby. Dealing with all the media frenzy and... Continue Reading →
1.30.20 Each Man for Himself (Into The Great White Fizz). (Poem)
"Each Man for Himself (Into The Great White Fizz)" ~ YeT aNotHeR oRiginaL pOeM by Brian T. Bolding ~ Written on Thursday, 1/30/20 from 8:25 pm - 8:30 pm Enjoy! -BB- *** Each man for himself The ship is sinking The ship is… Put your memories up on that shelf And sail away into... Continue Reading →
12.5.19 Permafrost (Poem)
"Permafrost" By Brian Bolding © 2019 Pop Art Trash Productions Frozen to the bone No wonder I’m alone Left barren and naked Shackled at the feet Left to waste in the desert Frazzled from the heat Let’s get some closure here I’m not the one you fear It should be you, big shock... Continue Reading →
9.23.19 Autumn’s Wind (Poem)
She carried me over on a wild gust Of dead brown leaves and desert dust She handed me off to higher powers And doused me in her dirty smelling rain showers The ebb and flow of who you are and what you know Seem to fade away As soon as tomorrow is... Continue Reading →
9. 18.19 Two Months Since. (Journal)
So, two days ago, it was two months since Dad passed away and left us. I'll say right now that it's the most difficult thing I've ever had to deal with in life, but I have absolutely zero regrets. That's very important. While Dad was here, I spent many vacation hours and tons of gas... Continue Reading →
