Hello. A poem.
Linked by thoughts known and unknown; blinkered and guileless, liberated, yet uncertain. Your hand brushed mine and every inhibition was washed away by a rain of dream-soaked inebriation: You had me at “hello”. Steve is a sad and angst-filled poet, … Continue reading Hello. A poem.
Child of God. A book review.
Cormac McCarthy is a damn fine writer. He’s also a very disturbing one. Child of God is one of his older books (1973), and tells the story of Lester Ballard, a lonely and erstwhile Tennessee hick who loses his home … Continue reading Child of God. A book review.
In Between. A poem.
Would that I could rend this universe asunder to bring you that much closer to me. So near our timid outstretched fingertips could touch, so near we could taste each other’s stuttering exhaled breath and our carbon dioxide could mingle … Continue reading In Between. A poem.
Alive. A poem.
I am ALIVE. I see all that is and was, every incongruous and congruous method and selection, tied and untied from destiny’s disaffected strings. I am ALIVE. I have dwelled in the shadow of death’s supple embrace, where carbon monoxide … Continue reading Alive. A poem.
Guide to the Unrequited Love Affair
Unrequited Love. That thing you have when you don’t have a thing—Clayton’s love (okay, only oldies may get that joke). Here’s a short guide on how to do it: Fall in love with a person who is far too good … Continue reading Guide to the Unrequited Love Affair
Love/Hate. A poem.
LOVE The reason why I do everything I do The reason why everything I touch is ruined The reason why I’m always left the fool The reason why I always come back to you The reason why I’m always left … Continue reading Love/Hate. A poem.
The Sale. Part 16.
At the top of the stairs, another corridor: four sets of doors, two on each side. Aisha smiled grimly. “I know this part of the house. The bedroom I hid in is the last door on the left.” “The secret … Continue reading The Sale. Part 16.
Rancid. A poem.
All my rancid surprise, broken and doubtful, flayed thoughts drifting behind sullen and tired eyes. So many unspoken wishes given lonesome flight from these effluent cliffs of anger and despair; all the improbable, impossible angst, the seething pain that my … Continue reading Rancid. A poem.
Upstart Photographer#4. Book Shelves.
I am, and always will be, a lover of books. I currently live in a back room of my parent’s house (no job, no money; lonely but creative), surrounded by their bookshelves and my own. So, what better topic than … Continue reading Upstart Photographer#4. Book Shelves.
Trapped. A poem.
You’ve trapped me again, your maze of hedges and hidden paths has me wandering, lost and praying, searching for myself and scrying for deliverance. My head wants out, each brittle burst of logic and sedentary reason tracing a path to … Continue reading Trapped. A poem.
There is no cure for being short.
I’m not in the habit of bagging blogs. But I came across one the other day which purported to provide remedies for various ailments. The post that first drew my attention was about five ways to increase your height. Yes, you read that correctly: your height. And, yes, it was serious. The post listed the five things you could do to get taller. Like exercise. Drinking more milk. Eating eggs. I won’t go on. Not only was the advice laughable, it was misleading. Your height is determined by your genes, people. No amount of milk and eggs is going to … Continue reading There is no cure for being short.
Anew. A poem.
I reach with spider lines of filigree fanning out to touch the universe and in your winsome eyes I see the love at length I will traverse. Across the stars, to circumvent stormy nebulae within your heart, your storied pain, … Continue reading Anew. A poem.
Down again. A poem.
Down, again, and the anxious riptide in my brain wills and drags me to sullen depths, where the ocean bed is pock marked with tears and fears and ample insomniac nights. Down, again, and every fading couple in the street … Continue reading Down again. A poem.
Free Dungeon Map!
Time for another of my (currently) irregular Laidback DM posts, and a new free map! Map drawing for D&D adventures is my thang. I have far too many maps, so I’m giving them away every chance I get. This week: … Continue reading Free Dungeon Map!
Upstart Photographer #3: Black and White.
I love black and white photos. They seem to capture a rawness, a natural quality that is sometimes lost in the way digital images capture colour. I’m no expert, of course, and I’m sure some real photographers out there could … Continue reading Upstart Photographer #3: Black and White.
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