Instead of one they had many troubles.
Instead of one they had many fights.
Instead of one they had many teachers.
Instead of one they had many fears.
Instead of one they had many games.
Instead of one they had many names.
Instead of one they had many meetings.
Instead of one they had many beatings.
Can’t stretch the self too thin
Be in too many places
Hands in too many pots
Brain segmented here and there.
Have to take time for yourself
Lest you run yourself ragged
And wear yourself thin.
A great time at the park
Watching the squirrels
We got ice cream as a treat
It was autumn
Leaves blew wild
Wind swept us up
Made us feel like time would last
getting use to mobile only posting on the blog. I’ve updated the publication history and collections tabs.
It includes 3 poems in the Fevers of the Mind poetry blog, a flash fiction in Sledgehammer Lit, and an interactive fiction flash on itch.io titled Notable Neighborhood Garbage. If it doesn’t run on mobile try desktop or vice versa, still experimenting with the medium/program.
I’ve put together a small collection of poetry titled Inside the Dripping Stain as well. These poems have the commonality of blood. If you’re interested the collection is available for download.
As always, thank you for reading. Hope you’re all doing well. 🙂
In the warm house the fan blew a nice cool.
The summer heat overbears.
Sweat is memories evaporating.
Almost here, almost there
So light you become the air.
Been thinking about the last post and the decision to put the blog on hold.
Would I really let a minor inconvenience stop me? Breaks are fine but this blog was meant to be what it is, an outlet, a place to put the work.
It’ll take longer for me to post but that’s a minor issue. I’m thankful I’m able to post at all and I want to keep posting.
Thank you for sticking around.
using an old PC and outdated browsers could only last for so long. WordPress on PC won’t allow me to post anymore(white screen). I’m typing to you from a phone.
Long story short, it looks like the blog’s on hold for now. These past few years have been great. I’ve really enjoyed updating the site. Thank you for sticking with me.
And hey, once I’ve updated a few things I don’t mind posting again. In the meantime I’ll focus on my writing. Twitter link is in my bio.
Not sure if I’ll pop up elsewhere but hey, you never know.
I thought that was you
Stomping through the kitchen
But that proved not to be true.
I do wish it were you
Stomping through the kitchen
If it were this poem might have been happier.
I’d have been happier
If only I could
Hear you again, see you again.
So you say things you don’t mean?
You mean them, just not for them
To come out so harshly.
People get scared
Because you’ve held down
So much for so long.
Then the words come out
Like fire from a dragon,
Scorching the land,
Every so often
You have to just
Let the steam off
So then when you
Open your mouth
You don’t hurt the ones who love you.
What can you do once finding out
That your favorite writer died
The same year you were born
One dies so another can live
You feel a connection deep down
As if a person dissipated
And became a sort of breathe
Air you inhaled
Fresh from the womb
Is this a possible thing or an idea to consume?
You were there
So was I
I was falling
Into a pit of marbles
I couldn’t pull myself out
You were crying, reaching for me
Marbles got into my mouth
And they were suffocating
And you were still reaching for me
And I was reaching to you
I woke up crying, wondering, what did it mean?
That was a terrible dream.