G. Z. Kieft

Fiction. Romance. Nonsense.

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best at my worst

i think i do my most exciting writing when the sockets of my eyes sink so deep into my skull that the thoughts are just pressed from my tear drums like icing when my skin is stretched thin over my bones like cellophane on leftovers stowed deep into the belly of your fridge with the door left open to be ignored to be gluttoned in time until i am spoiled and bored when the tapper of…

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positano

dusk did come, one final night the sky blew up with hues red and orange like dynamite touched the ocean’s blues I’ll never forget the smell, that night salt infused with lemon juice like fruit fallen from the greatest height Amalfi keeps my heart bruised still, for all those Italian sights the one I crave most isn’t new no coastline or city could ever delight me as much as my view of…

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click here to follow your heart This will always be the holy grail of therapy for me Pen and pad or tapping mad on laptop keys Underneath Cloudy skies Pounding back Coffee iced Listening to Lofi Beats and hoping I can slowly seep into this poetry Read me slow like thick honey leaking from a broken seal Sweet and real Low key lines to reel you in and dig my words into your skin It’s hopeless See it’s what I’ve always known to be the only way to cope with all the soap I scroll past on my feed All the hoaxes; vanity And I’m far from innocent but the man I see In myself has made choices to embrace hypocrisy Only contradiction creates a masterpiece Without the light what would darkness be That’s cheesy But let me in your soul and feel For every gaping hole to heal just take these thoughts and kneel to reason Look up to the ceiling You don’t need judgment to repent your demons Just don’t resent your demons It’s those demons that descend to deal with all your damaged feelings Banged up knees and bandaged grief Mangled teeth marks from a feral beast But this beast is just a piece of you Just a vicious need to Feed on you Just a christened disease society likes to see on you They like for you to feel like you’re in pieces too Like everyone is here just trying to make it through Like “nobody really likes the cards fate deals to you But that’s the deal so boohoo Just keep your head down The show much continue” But that’s a trap That’s a lie That’s the type of crap they say just to hide The fact that they have cracked the code to the way life reacts to change The waves The ripples For every body that drops dead in the middle of an intersection of choice A split in the road There’s a voice in the back of their head saying “It’s safer just to go back home” And that’s what they don’t want you to know If you just follow your gut you’ll actually achieve all your goals Regardless of the holes in your soul Regardless of the diplomas on your wall Regardless of the voices in your skull Just jumpstart your gut and you can run it past them all.

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Aging alongside the Oceans

Aging alongside the Oceans

We parked on a steep street in Oceanside. There was a fog in the sky and the sun had dipped into the horizon. The sky was now the hazy blue of dawn, the time of reflection.

I could hear the ocean from the car, through the cracked windows; collapsing over itself and onto the beach. It was warm still, in the car, and Sam was asleep, or trying to fall asleep, and I was reading Gaiman and I was…

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Notice of Eviction

Nowadays this blog catches strays and wanderers unintentionally, like long forgotten trash drifting in the ocean traps birds and turtles and, I’m not sure but can only assume, the occasional merman. For those wanderers, a forewarning, this is abandoned real estate. You are each of you squatters in a forgotten jumble of html’s. I have not died in real life, yet, but visiting this blog feels like I…

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(Selfishly) Taking The Horizon

(Selfishly) Taking The Horizon

I’ve been absent (like my father, burn!) from this outlet, but not from the craft. Instead I’ve been penning away at a novel about steam powered motorcycles, clockwork industrialism and about sticking it to the man with a sharpened neo-victorian gut-fucker of a sword (yeah, I’m still working on the cover summary), and focusing less on likes and more on word count – no, not even word count, more…

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The Narrows - An Instagallery

The Narrows – An Instagallery

Zion Nat’l Park, UT July 5th, 2016 It’s just after nine in the morning when I arrive at the visitor’s center. I’m only here to park my bike (a well deserved break for her after 200 miles under the empty summer skies) and catch the shuttle to the Temple of Sinawava, or more appropriately, The Narrows.   This is my third visit to Zion, but my first to the Narrows and my first in the summer. A…

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This is me barfing all over your feed.

This is me barfing all over your feed.

Hot steel is a steep contrast against the chilly spring sunset. Breaking speed laws helped me get out of the city in less than twenty minutes but it also overheated the capabilities of my 250cc engine. The dealership told me I wouldn’t hit a hundred so I’m always trying to prove them wrong. It’s a sore spot, I guess. Society is always telling me I can’t do something. Society or, whatever, myself…

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Heal Me

[PROLOGUE] (So what are you supposed to do when these words keep on choking you and the only thing that feels like breathing is a hopeless view into the future where you’re a homeless dude charging dollars for the poems you wrote a moment before you stowed the things you owned into a shopping cart and you’re zoned out because you chose the high of writing over the road oft traveled: college grad;…

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Donald Trump(f) If his words are a prologue to his actions then we’re asking for disaster, we’re distracted ‘cause we’re laughing at his lack of tact but that’s just what he’s after, he’s mastered and crafted this personality of fascist charisma, apparently desired and insisted on by the average white American, he’s a terror and hysterically irrational, a national symbol of the unfair persistence against a system of equality, his standpoints are extreme, like his hair, and he doesn’t seem to care that he stares right in the faces of other races and raises them to hate him, he’s oblivious to the statements every news anchor has made about the stupid revelations we have created for other nations, we cannot sit this one back while we parade a mascot for America who’s racist and berates other places whose names he probably can’t even say, these are mistakes we’ve made with Sarah Palin, all I’m saying is that we deserve a president who can go one day without alienating an entire country and calling them rapists. To summarize: there’s just some guys you can’t trust to drive the change we need right now in our lives.

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Monster

Missing fiction. Here’s a piece for the Conceited Crusade based on the prompt “Recollection”.

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Writing @ Starbucks Sometimes it’s important to shut your fucking mouth, like in public places where your faces are busy misplacing the pastries you’ve paid for while the air escapes your veiny throat and what’s more heinous is the fact that you’re draped with the same shit that killed your uncle James, kid, and you don’t even savor it, you favor it gone in a second like you came with a mission to slay shit, to eat more food than a buffet filled with different stages of diabetic patients, my patience is thin and the more you linger the more anxious I am to flip the one finger on my hand capable of distinguishing me as foe or friend, you annoy me to no end, you’ve destroyed my trail of thoughts and that is my last strand of straw, you’ve ended all my plans to stay calm, I’m erupting from the skull like my cranium’s gone, you pathetic scu - oh, he’s leaving. Ah, back to writing.

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Navigating Your Sea

This dark room became endless the moment we closed our eyes every kiss you leave on my skin is like a drop of melting ice every taste of yours I get reinforce my habit ease, comfort, the force comes after like a storm or fire like a whisper comes in forms of moans and laughter fun and anger collapse, adjourned for moments while our bodies conform to desire, your form is contorted and I resort to…

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A 13,000 words big dick

A 13,000 words big dick

I’m writing this book and goddamn I actually love it. I can’t stop thinking about it. The words are shit and the pacing feels like an episode of The Walking Dead (fucking BORING) but hell once I gut it and sprinkle some glitter on it it’s going to read like a damn orgasm. I’ve never been obsessed with my own work (which is probably big red flag #1) and it feels very conceited and blind. I feel…

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Vow

Sam, here is my vow: I’ll love you tomorrow more than I do now. I’ll raise up our kids and I’ll adopt a few cows, you farm loving freak, if compassion is sound than your soul is muziek, that’s Dutch and rhymes better than music, you’ll learn one day and then we’ll both speak in a secret little language unknown by the publiek, haha, I’ll stop now, keep English on the sheet, not that you understand…

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1st drafts

Give me a shot. Of espresso, I mean, not a bullet, just the bean, just a cup of drugs to keep me in the scene, to keep my writing mean and dirty, filth on a white page is worthy of a screen: the pale white of your computer light will scream my words until your eyes are sore and wide and you begin to dream of more in life, I will inspire your entire worth tonight, with promises I never keep these…

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THIS. IS. SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Or, An Update On Training I’ve found new ways to kill myself. Five miles in 50 minutes and to really kick myself in the balls I did 10-15 burpees at each stoplight. No break. I don’t care what your standards are because for me it feels like my ribs have splintered off and are stabbing me in the heart. Hell. But then a shower and recovery burgers and I begin to feel like there’s a thousand…

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