I Suck at Social Media.
I have a confession. One that’s obvious to some, especially those who know me. I suck at social media. Social media as a forum is both a treasure and a bane. It’s an information and networking portal and a source … Continue reading I Suck at Social Media.
The Book. A poem.
There’s a lot of typing here, Exposition to be done. A hard fought war on grammar And literacy that’s often won. Occasionally a photo finish (A second or a third), Or an error left in print That’s obviously absurd. Another … Continue reading The Book. A poem.
Why? A poem.
I can see your place When I turn the corner. I’m shifting gears, Downshifting and slowing, Braking and breaking To the sound of singing tyre tread And siren goodbyes. Such a short time, But what a time. And how we … Continue reading Why? A poem.
Bittersweet. A poem.
You were there You were gone We had sung Our last swan song Now a whisper Just a pall Just an echo Heard in the halls I did wrong So did you Two separate paths Two lonely fools For more … Continue reading Bittersweet. A poem.
Worst Enemy. A poem.
All the hells that we conceive Nurture in our heads and breed Far worse than any promises That the end could throw at us. My greatest and worst enemy You are mine and whole in me. For more Poetry, click … Continue reading Worst Enemy. A poem.
Damocles. A haiku.
A Damocles sword By a thin thread suspended Over all our heads For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in … Continue reading Damocles. A haiku.
Vexed. A poem.
Why do you continually vex me so? And how much further Must we go? You want my ear And the rest of me Yet all I ask Is some interest In the things I do And say and need And … Continue reading Vexed. A poem.
Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 14
Hi all, Over the last few weeks I’ve been posting some warts-and-all email summaries of the Curse of Strahd campaign I ran in 2017. This is the first campaign I started sending summaries to players by email after each game (I was … Continue reading Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 14
Inflexible. A haiku.
So inflexible. Time to loosen up, my friend. Just let it all go. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available … Continue reading Inflexible. A haiku.
These Tears. A poem.
These tears are not for you Not for the moments shared and lost Not for the conversation, trust Not for the heat and aftermath Not for a future that’s now dashed Not for the glass I raise to you Not … Continue reading These Tears. A poem.
Spoke Too Soon. A poem.
Perhaps I misconstrued The intention of content Perhaps I spoke too soon Perhaps I failed to see The disappointment in your eyes Perhaps it will always be Perhaps the fear inside Amplified the angry tide Perhaps it’s best Not to … Continue reading Spoke Too Soon. A poem.
Together. A poem.
How can you be? In a universe of complex biorhythmic uncertainty, Where chaotic tides dance And random polarities flicker Like afterthoughts, Where silken geometries Defy natural orders And ebb and flow and dance To fundamental and existential microcosmic transmissions You … Continue reading Together. A poem.
The Wait Outside. A poem.
The wait outside With city lights and vacant looks Of passers by and wannabes Perhaps the tune we’ll sing tonight Will change the course of mediocrity And reverse this season of discord With discourse so ebullient That fire and ice could not compare And could not even try For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to get your copy. Continue reading The Wait Outside. A poem.
Laugh. A poem.
It builds, it shudders Creeping its way up From gut and soul Slicing through proximities Of weariness and ennui Now Surging up so easily No Marathon or Thermopylae Stretching wings of fearsome resolve And filling our worlds With promiscuous promise. … Continue reading Laugh. A poem.
Hanging on a Message. A poem.
Hanging on a message And a welcoming tone So distinct it’s almost surreal And blistered ears and eyes With next to no regrets Should seek its welcoming crèche As a baby seeks a bottled breast And the fulfilment Of a … Continue reading Hanging on a Message. A poem.
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