Mountains and Valleys. A poem.
I hate having depression. It’s not hard to guess what I wrote this poem about. Continue reading Mountains and Valleys. A poem.
Logan. A movie review.
I saw Logan yesterday. And what I saw was a great movie, one that focussed on character, with a good story, great acting, great action set pieces that contributed to the plot, rather than being there for the sake of it, and some deep underlying themes and messages that resonated with me. Continue reading Logan. A movie review.
Alone. A poem.
Another Friday night, finds me alone.
Another lonely Friday night, I compose another lonely poem. Continue reading Alone. A poem.
Passengers. A poem.
An experimental poem using only three syllables per line. Hope you like it. Continue reading Passengers. A poem.
The Day. A poem.
Divorce is a major upheaval for anyone going through it. A gamut of emotions, some good, some bad. In the end, it’s often the best thing. To move on. To have a fresh start.
It’s not always that easy to see at the time, though. Continue reading The Day. A poem.
Haiku indeed
I can’t escape those evocative 5/7/5 syllable structures.
I’m still composing in triplets, but not a trilogy, this time. Continue reading Haiku indeed
Ghosts. A poem.
This poem came to me while I was on the loo (inspiring and a lttle gross). It’s a bit Poe-like, at times, I think. Wasn’t intentionally so. Continue reading Ghosts. A poem.
Sorrow. A poem.
Another poem. Can’t seem to stop writing them. It’s almost like my dam of emotion has burst its walls.
Maybe that’s a bit too melodramatic, but you know what I mean. Continue reading Sorrow. A poem.
Chest Day!
Today was chest day in my 4-day body split workout (Back/Chest/Shoulders/Arms). My workout for each body part changes each time to dupe muscle memory (so the muscles don’t get used to the range of motion and stress), but here’s the routine I did for chest, today. Continue reading Chest Day!
Cat and Mouse. A poem.
This poem is the sequel to a short story I wrote for uni. Continue reading Cat and Mouse. A poem.
The Boat. A book review.
I’m not big on reading short stories. I’ve always been a long-form novel kind of guy. It wasn’t until I read Nam Le’s “The Boat” that my opinion of short stories changed. Continue reading The Boat. A book review.
Top Ten Tabletop Role Playing Games
The top ten list of my current favourite tabletop RPGs… Continue reading Top Ten Tabletop Role Playing Games
Pedestrian. A poem.
Some of us run wildly through life, without care or concern for the consequences. Some of us tread cautiously, looking both ways, weighing the odds.
Some of us let our fears overcome us, and before we know it, we’re approaching middle age and still don’t know how to avoid life’s oncoming cars. Continue reading Pedestrian. A poem.
Waiting for a sign…
So, just what is my purpose in the grand scheme of things? I have to admit, most of the time I’m not sure. Does this make me a bad Christian? No. At the very least, it makes me human. Continue reading Waiting for a sign…
La Petite Mort. A poem.
Despite what you might think after reading this poem, I am not into passing out during sex. It made for an interesting poem, though. Continue reading La Petite Mort. A poem.
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