prose Archives – M.P. Capellan

Mean every word

M.P.C. / January 20, 2026

Every word on here is or once was a piece of me. I mean what I say. I write what […]

M.P.C. / October 13, 2025

Tired, truly. Of words that fall out reckless from careless tongues; half-formed, half-thought, like they were never meant to mean

M.P.C. / September 9, 2024

The day I die I hope it is timely. I hope it’s mild and sunny while I love the rain

M.P.C. / August 11, 2024

Warm Sunday morning. 11:11 on the clock. Been sitting here since nine sharp. Why can’t I get up, I wonder,

M.P.C. / June 12, 2024

Sometimes I get up in the morning with the sunshine on my face, and I look in the mirror and

M.P.C. / March 21, 2024

Big, like an enthusiastic move like today’s news like my dreams my energy, like my blues Bright, in my eyes,

M.P.C. / February 21, 2023

My eyes close on a good day and a verse writes itself, turn on the water in the shower and

M.P.C. / March 8, 2021

Be it the time of flowers Days of snow, When too much sunshine Darkens my glow Rain on my shoulders

M.P.C. / February 15, 2021

I tried to write something uplifting, something cute, something not only inspirational to me but to others. I tried to

M.P.C. / September 9, 2020

No fall air was cool enough. No comfort found in words. Every little sound in the soulless night was a

M.P.C. / May 20, 2019

You’re never too old to be unable to identify feelings, are you? You’re never too old to feel again the

M.P.C. / May 1, 2019

Sunday work in the morning breeze. Sushi made with cheese Autoimmune disease Monolinguals in these seven seas Prepubescents all over