Awake. A short tale.
I don’t normally write “flash fiction”, but I could get used to it. Continue reading Awake. A short tale.
Tag: Mental Health
Time’s Up. A poem.
Okay, this poem’s a bit dark. But then, I’m a pretty dark person. My poems reflect all aspects of me, not just the happy stuff. (‘Happy stuff?’ I hear you say. ‘When have you ever written happy poems?’ Good point. Scratch what I said earlier.) Continue reading Time’s Up. A poem.
Refill. A poem.
Another experiment, this time in structure. I’ve done these sorts of “visual” poems before, but I liked how this one turned out. Continue reading Refill. A poem.
Strike Three – I’m out!
I’m taking a break from online dating. It’s just too depressing. Awkward, tiring and depressing. Big sigh. Continue reading Strike Three – I’m out!
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.
Alone. A poem.
Another Friday night, finds me alone.
Another lonely Friday night, I compose another lonely poem. Continue reading Alone. 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!
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.
Broken Bottle. A Haiku Trilogy
Ah, haiku. My favourite 5/7/5 syllable verse form.
Back to writing in threes, which seems to flow naturally for me.
There was a time when I used to drink a lot. I don’t drink anymore. And I’m better for it. Continue reading Broken Bottle. A Haiku Trilogy
Armistice Day! Oops, I mean arms day.
I just finished an arms session and thought I’d talk about it.
My body part split workouts involve clustering exercises for Back/Chest/Shoulders/Arms, split over four days. The arms workout is split into triceps and biceps, and I change this every session, so the following information is only reflective of today’s session. Continue reading Armistice Day! Oops, I mean arms day.
Healthy Huff ‘n Stuff
As you may or may not know, I’m a bit of a health nut. I work out regularly, get plenty of cardio, try to eat right, read fitness magazines, and so forth.
Over time I’ve picked up a few things here and there to keep healthy. Continue reading Healthy Huff ‘n Stuff
Alone. A poem.
One of those days. Unfortunately, the internet is not a cure for loneliness. Continue reading Alone. A poem.
Today. A poem.
This poem is a true story.
If you’re feeling, or thinking, this way – choose life.
Every time. Continue reading Today. A poem.
Symbaroum – a tabletop fantasy RPG that reeks of deep darkness, blighted evil and drawn out death. Fun!
A while back I bought a tabletop RPG called Symbaroum. It’s a dark-edged fantasy set in a kingdom on the edge of Davokar, a massive forest consumed with corruption, wherein lies ruins of the ancient kingdom of Symbaroum. Continue reading Symbaroum – a tabletop fantasy RPG that reeks of deep darkness, blighted evil and drawn out death. Fun!
Womb. A poem.
Another poem. So much for me saying I don’t write poetry. It’s almost all I’ve done this week. I think I’ve got a bit of a knack for it. Continue reading Womb. A poem.
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