In the midst of the resurgent virus, it’s been a slog to get through days. I know I’m not alone in this – all of my friends are saying the same. My friends from Trauma Camp, even moreso. So I find it interesting that stories are coming back to me. I’m still stuck on the … More Wish Me Luck
Another minor miracle occurred today: I wrote song lyrics. Now, to me, it’s a poem with rhymy bits and a tempo I can hear in my head. It’s also a poem written in character again. I still don’t understand how this happens, but I’ll take the writing any way it comes to me. She sits … More When She Looks At Me
A friend of mine challenged me to write a poem about the game we both play, the stories that we tell and leave behind for other players to see. Thanks for the seed, Kel. Words danceMulticolored hues of speech and thought and feelingGrains of sandIn the grand scheme of things I leave a markA temporary … More Like Glitter
…as I was lying in bed last night, trying to finally – maybe – get some sleep. Nope. Instead, this came out. All of it, in one go. So, not much on the sleep end of things, but I’d say a pretty decent story. Hope you enjoy.
I’m going to talk about some…difficult material. If you need not to read this and move on to something light and fluffy, like funny cat pictures, I certainly won’t hold it against you. But you’ll want to do it now, because it’s going to get dark. For those who remain: I’d like to introduce you … More Triggered
I think my eyes are bigger than my stomach, metaphorically speaking. If you take a look at my projects and ARG pages, you’ll see a LOT of things in the works. I have so many ideas, so many things that are like gushers in my skull. And I think I’m coming to realize that I’m … More Knotted