Don’t look down,
At the black hole,
The mouth of something,
Older than time,
Older than poems,
That need to at least sometimes rhyme. Continue reading
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Poem: Control The World
Poem: Fire Magic
Did emotions spark it?
Or something genetic?
Heat leaks from fingers,
And steams the air,
Eyes boil but do not break,
And it’s always the start—
Of something more. Continue reading
Uh, Guys, Don’t Overdo It
So, hey, I imagine a lot of people reading this are creative types. Makers of things and dreamers of dreams. And you all are awesome, but, if you’re anything like me, then you might be neglecting some stuff.
Let me say upfront, I’m an entrepreneur. A freelance worker. A person who runs from mostly one room a shit-ton of different projects and businesses. So, I say this with the utmost understanding: please remember to eat, yeah? Continue reading
Poem: Rock Star
Among these darkness fields weary,
Looking skyward,
Feeling life bleary,
Trudging alone hopeless liars, Continue reading
Poem: This Little Shit
From fingers crossed,
And flowing digits,
Come words of pain,
And words of prestigious,
Thoughts and concepts, Continue reading
Poem: Slurping
Music Is Pretty Dope, Too
I am a writer, so, obviously, that’s the art form that I like the most, and the one I focus the most on, and know the most about, but, inspired by a random thought and subsequent conversation, let’s talk about something obvious.
Let’s talk about how ridiculous—in a good way—music is. Every culture, on the planet, as far as I know, figured out music. Everyone in the modern world recognizes it. Doesn’t matter what language it’s being sung in, or the volume, or the tone, music is universal. Continue reading
Flash Fiction: When Art Has More Power
The two sat in fluffy chairs on live television.
“Did I ever tell you about the time I was nauseous? It was such a surprise to me. I thought I was getting food poisoning.”
The interviewer smiled at him, but she was nervous underneath the makeup. Her producer told her it would be a good idea to interview one of the Creators, but then they gave her a horror one. Continue reading
The Headbutt Through The Wall Solution
I’d like to think that I’m a fairly smart person who is capable of solving issues with a cool and calm demeanor. I’d like to think that, but, that does not account for when I’m faced with a technology problem. Continue reading
Poem: The Most Tired
On wings of downy feathers,
Of cotton balls in brains,
Of sluggish underthought,
And not a single refrain, Continue reading
Something Cheesy About Love And Stuff
Valentine’s Day fast approaches and this is my first one where I have a girlfriend. Needless to say, it’s exciting. And, while for her privacy, and mine, I’m not going to talk much about my personal relationship—except that it’s going well, and I love her so much—I figured I’d do a little ruminating. Continue reading
Poem: Info
If you have a secret,
That you hold near,
And dear,
You would not like to know—
His name. Continue reading
Obliterated Taste Buds
To lose the weight I did, I had to cook my own food. I had to cook a lot of my own food. Many recipes I relied on so heavily, I started to get sick of them.
And that’s where the madness began. Continue reading
Poem: Chaos
Flickering tree line,
Wind up-ticking the grass,
A dream that consists,
Of nothing but colors,
Smeared,
Bleeding,
Purple and gold and red. Continue reading
