Boy, am I glad that human society has allowed us to do specialization. Because the more I learn about my subjects of choice, the more layers there are within them to go down.
My interests are things like economics, sociology, media, and art. And the more I discover about any one of those topics, the more I learn of the people who specialize in them—the people dealing with stuff like this for the longest time. Continue reading
My muscles are not burning,
They did that already,
They are not like meat,
They are simply wood. Continue reading
I live in Florida, so you’d think I would be used to this. But wow, it’s so very hot outside.
For those that do not live here, and have not visited, Florida has a wet heat. It’s like walking in a thick soup that sticks to your skin. When I was in Illinois for a few weeks, coming back felt—and I mean this was eerily accurate—like being slapped in the face with a wet towel when the elevator doors opened. Continue reading
It’s been a while since I’ve read a massive paperback book. The kind of book so large that it’s not fit for the human hand. The kind you hold up with spread fingers, and it’s way too heavy, but you need to keep it aloft or it will fall on your face.
And, well, it’s just been nice. The look of ink on real paper and watching the remaining pages shrink. It’s satisfying in a way that digital books are not—and could never hope to emulate. Continue reading
It had been a little while,
Since I last ran,
And wow, did my legs forget.
My arms too— Continue reading
Storytelling is simpler than we let it be. What we consider cliché, what we consider trite or overdone, will work if it’s good storytelling. It’s the reason that superhero stories can have the same plot across the board but still succeed.
What is a structure, if not a template? What is a bacon cheeseburger, if not the same ingredients each time? Continue reading
Lately, I’ve noticed a genre of music I enjoy—but cannot place what it is called. The tracks don’t seem to exist under a unified style, but all have one thing in common: they are about hustling.
And by hustling, I mean working a lot for money. Songs that seem tailored to the ideals of the entrepreneur. Continue reading
It’s pollen time again,
Time for the screaming void—
To claim my eye-based friends, Continue reading
This is honestly old news but because I didn’t keep up with my posting schedule—and I’m still kind of scrambling, sorry about that—I neglected to tell you how I broke my toe.
Basically, and this was not as painful as it sounds, I had my toe catch on the edge of something and I kept walking… and the toe tried to stay behind.
I’m betting you catch my drift. Continue reading
Hello everyone! I wanted to explain myself.
So, I don’t know if you noticed, but I haven’t been able to keep up with my usual posting schedule, and when I do put up something it’s a poem or similar that’s short and easy to write. Continue reading
This bubbling purple,
In the slime muck,
Sliding out of the swamp,
With bugs cascading around the creature’s flesh, Continue reading
I remember that feeling of the shelves,
The walking through them like a forest of dust,
That smell and that particle,
The quiet of it all. Continue reading
Above me, the tree is letting loose its streamers, its confetti. It’s drifting down the crinkled orange leaves and depositing them upon the water. I take a long sigh, not in frustration, but a release of everything that is not this peaceful moment.
My phone rings gently against my hip, and I check who’s calling. Continue reading
In the water, something swam along. It was entirely and fully unaware of its position—but it lived it all the same.
In the air, a person with not much to do and little interest in matters of her own life walked along, looking at her feet. Continue reading
Stretching to either side of the head,
Red and with a skin not affected by fire,
Standing with his claws outstretched, Continue reading