Hey everyone. Sorry about a missed post on Wednesday. Things got really, really busy on me and I didn’t have time to make a proper post. I wrote this on Friday, at like 4am my time, but I’m backdating it to Wednesday. I’m getting a post up for Saturday as usual and hopefully, there won’t be any more hiccups until I take my Christmas hiatus that I do every year. Continue reading
Category Archives: Writing
Poem: Hand Fizz
It’s a sensation,
We all know,
The little hum in our skin,
Then weirdness of failed blood flow, Continue reading
Poem: Reality Smashed
Poem: Half-Nap
Half-nap,
Sleep slap,
Down for the count,
But it’s a short count,
Sweaty sides,
Sweaty mind,
Slushed and rebooting. Continue reading
Poem: Hayfever
Poem: Internet Is Down
When the internet is down,
We can’t connect,
To the infinite information,
The swirling of the net,
The cobwebs of our brains,
Blasted free digitally, Continue reading
Poem: Loading Screen
Can you stand,
Watching that tiny circle spin?
Does it not fill your head,
With crackling? Continue reading
The Law of Inconvenient Timing
Over time, I’ve noticed that the universe seems to follow a few oddly consistent rules. Stuff that’s just ironic and weird and silly. Now, a lot of this is certainly just a coincidence, but it’s still something fun I wanted to explore. Ever notice how it never seems to rain on the day that you explicitly plan to have an umbrella on your person? Yeah, this is going to be one of those.
And today’s law of the universe is the “Law of Inconvenient Timing.” Continue reading
Poem: That Which Is Not A Freakin Poem
Poem: Sleepy Girlfriend
Opposites her and I,
When it comes to getting shut-eye,
I can’t seem to drift,
Off to sleep, Continue reading
Poem: Bread and Butter
Poem: Doughnut
In its honey glaze,
Sits the end of days,
In a daze of haze,
Flaws the world razed. Continue reading
Microfiction: Mic Dropping
Amidst the violence, when the shady deals were just being struck, and the drugs hitting streams of blood at the rate of a brain burst, he plugged in his instrument and warmed up his other physical one. The microphone crackled against his breath, and he sang a few languid notes. Continue reading
Microfiction: Pulled Chicken
“That wasn’t chicken,” she said, standing behind him as he washed off the plate. The remnants of meat slid away, to be caught in the drain cover.
“Uh…what?” he said. “Then what was it?”
“I don’t know.” Continue reading
Microfiction: A Fight Scene
It came to this, as it always did, as the screaming of the choirs heralded. They’d been chasing her for the past week, ruining her life one life taken at a time. She was sick of her journey as a hero; she was sick of being beaten by fate itself and taken along on this trip without her consent.
She was sick of it, and she wasn’t going to take it anymore. Continue reading
