Be prepared to have your mind blown. 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
A Brief and Controversial Review of Coffee Types
I drink a lot of coffee—too much actually, but that’s beside the point. I’ve made it a bit of a mission to try different types, and though I haven’t gone as pretentious with it as some people, I have opinions. And fellow coffee snobs are likely not going to enjoy them—but here we are. A smattering of opinions on the planet’s favorite caffeine drink. 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
The Value of the Routine
As expected, my routines took a hit. I used to lift weights; I used to have a pretty standard set of actions. But adult life makes it harder, made it harder, continues to make it difficult, the action of keeping a pattern. I’m not so much a creature of habit, and I’m certainly not one to keep to schedules, but I did have a routine to some degree. A pattern of timing that worked. And made me feel like I knew what my day might be like, or at least not feel a constant state of disrupted confusion. 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
Poem: Digital Existence for Myself
By means of digital software,
Technology beyond my own existence,
Things that are and will be going forward,
I make my life under my control,
But not my worry. Continue reading
Poem: Necessary Bio
Adulting and Related Adventures
When I last checked in with everyone here, I was moving out and having my life upheaved. I’d like to say it’s not still in that state of general madness and chaos—but that would be a dirty, dirty lie. Continue reading
Poem: Random Words And Phrases
This is a poem,
Only so far as it has words,
On a page,
That you are reading, Continue reading
Poem: Pancakes and Gerbils
When the world is not going,
As planned,
When the hippogriffs are dancing,
With their unbridled friends, Continue reading
Poem: Pancakes Full Of Blood
Moving Days
Hello everyone. I can’t assume that every single post I’ve written you’ve read, so I must reiterate that I am fairly young. Early to mid-twenties over here. So, really, I’m late to the party—but, here’s the update: I’m moving in with my girlfriend. Continue reading
Poem: Human Teeth
Oh, you thought it was going to be subtle,
The poem about human teeth,
You probably expected a rhyme here,
Too,
But you are mistaken. Continue reading
