Wish Me Luck

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

Like Glitter

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

The Breaking

So, I may have mentioned before that I play this game called Improbable Island. May have mentioned my character, Emwyn. (Pssst. I did. I really did. Use the archive. Make me feel good.) But this morning, I attempted something I’ve never done before: I wrote a poem while in character. It was a very interesting … More The Breaking

The Liminal

I’m sitting outside our building, shoes off, toes exploring the grass, watching cars pass. It was only two weeks ago that I was at home, enjoying the silence, feeling like there were very few people left in the world. Two weeks ago that this building where I find employment was furthest from my mind. Two … More The Liminal