Oh Wonder

Captive in a world I forgot where I learned to live and lived to rot. I saw fact and fiction that time that I sought freedom from rules and diction. I felt hope and regret from the friction of loss I won't soon forget. I learned from that blunder and many more yet in this… Continue reading Oh Wonder

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Scattered Dream like a Far-Off Memory

What a shame when a dream opens and closes a door leaving you to work out, once more, what's real and what's not. Too good to be true, clearly I forgot that secret desires are just that, a whim when you're up to bat and never strike out. Put it to bed. A little thing… Continue reading Scattered Dream like a Far-Off Memory

Challenges are cool

Well friends, I have found yet another challenge in writing. My novel is going to have a lot of memory alteration (i.e. the protag will literally just forget things that have happened). And since the novel is first-person present tense, I’m struggling between two stylistic choices: should I just tell them as they happen and… Continue reading Challenges are cool

The Sensation of Countless Raindrops

Clouded by the future of a million uncertain things sutured in shrouds. False hope was never so false as to deny the weight of feeling good. But certainly there's light somewhere above those clouds, destined for greatness, seldom found. Some way I'll learn to find the sunlight on a rainy day. Until then, I'll stay… Continue reading The Sensation of Countless Raindrops

I write poetry because

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been pretty much exclusively writing poetry. And at first, I convinced myself I was doing it just to have something to post on this blog or to keep me writing, like it was a chore. Hell, over half of the ones I’ve posted were literally copied and pasted… Continue reading I write poetry because

Narrative of a Mistaken Story

I lie awake in a stolen thought. Story unfinished, yet imagined. Book unopened but read all the same. Two men in blurry swiftness smash car windows and distribute flyers. Violence grabs attention. People gather to watch their farce of raining glass and chromatic broadcast. Wrong story, thoughts gone astray. Ah, a bizarre harmony in an… Continue reading Narrative of a Mistaken Story