Termites. A poem.
Another poetic experiment. Each line is a single word. This poem is metaphorical, in case you couldn’t guess. Continue reading Termites. A poem.
Category: Writing
Novel Daze
My novel is back on track! Plus, exciting news about a book I’m reading (yawn!) Continue reading Novel Daze
The Diff. A short tale.
Here’s another short piece I recently wrote for uni. The exercise was to create some realistic dialogue. Hope you like it. Continue reading The Diff. A short tale.
Styx. A poem.
A poem about love and sacrifice. Can’t have one without the other. But at what price? Continue reading Styx. A poem.
Time. A poem.
Everything fades, in time. Especially memories. It’s funny how one person’s recollection, no matter how flawed, can become the new version of the truth…This poem is all about that. Continue reading Time. A poem.
Blog. A poem.
I think I have fallen in love with blogging. Here is my ode to this magical and artistic writing form. Continue reading Blog. A poem.
Session. A short tale.
Isn’t therapy wonderful? It makes you feel so good to get all that crap off your chest. Or bad, depending on how it goes. But what happens when it doesn’t go to plan? Continue reading Session. A short tale.
The Bed I Made. A poem.
Nobody said life was meant to be easy. It’s funny how someone can read something and only see what is on the surface. Poetry runs much deeper than that… Continue reading The Bed I Made. A poem.
Outlook. A poem.
I blame myself for a lot of things. Actually, I blame myself for everything that’s happened in my life. Here’s a poem about that. Continue reading Outlook. A poem.
D&D. A haiku tetralogy.
These haiku are about my love of tabletop role playing games (RPGs), particularly Dungeons and Dragons (D&D). I loooooove RPGs. Continue reading D&D. A haiku tetralogy.
Books. A poem.
Love books? Sure you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be about to click on a poem called “Books”… Continue reading Books. A poem.
Consumed. A poem.
Despite what the picture shows, this poem is not about my passion for playing guitar. But if you want to take it that way, that’s up to you… Continue reading Consumed. A poem.
Son. A poem.
A poem about fatherhood and love for one’s son. 🙂 Continue reading Son. A poem.
Everything is awesome. Not.
I often get depressed at the worst times. Like today, when I have to do work for uni and my motivation is at an all-time low. The solution? Write aimlessly about depression for my blog. Yes, I’m sure that will solve everything (I may claim to be a writer, but I never claimed to be an intelligent or coherent writer. Or a man with a plan). Sometimes I play guitar to get me back to a reasonable mental state. But, as we all know (and as I should know, by now), music played by sad people often tends to be…sad. … Continue reading Everything is awesome. Not.
Old Dogs. A poem.
I wrote this poem about a couple of old dogs (I’m one of them), who keep fighting with each other. Can’t we all just be friends? Not during a divorce, apparently. Continue reading Old Dogs. A poem.
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