How much do you value your bones?
He asked it,
And now I think hard,
If I want to have my bones, Continue reading
Tag Archives: weird
Microfiction: The Puddle
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
Poem: Pacing Back and Forth
When the feet move,
At the slowest version of the brain speed,
It’s physics,
In motion across space, Continue reading
Poem: Nutmeg
A spice upon the table,
Sitting where it be,
A taste of it will show you,
Where you’re meant to flee,
Continue readingMicrofiction: Eat
“What a delicious meal we have made, full of things and places. A bevy of reality spread forth on our plate, salivating those who can process, stomach, digest the unfathomable. Continue reading
Poem: C
Poem: Reality Smashed
Poem: Bread and Butter
A Series Of Strange Observations
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
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
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
Poem: Mind Mental Mildew
Odd Stuff I’ve Said
I’m guessing some would recommend I don’t write about this, but, well, you all know I’m eccentric as it is—so, fuck it. Writers already have the stigma of being a weird bunch, but you’ve heard, likely, all the usual shenanigans—so, I’m doing you one better.
Not just researching murder methods, talking to people who they make up, or being totally willing to do dangerous/stupid things for the sake of a story: nah, I’ve got a set of much more unique quirks.
And it involves words and language. Continue reading
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