Monthly Archives: March 2019

I am ready to be named by another. Too long have I held the title I came by by birth by right by my own deigned design. I have been always what I have always been but it is time, … Continue reading →

Hey… HEY! I know it’s been a little while. And I might look a little different. Its just… the years, huh? I’ll make this quick. You know how time travel’s theoretically impossible? I just got this Time Transferral Portal which … Continue reading →

Remember this: however this day ends up whether more positive or even sinking further down to more interminable depths this ache you feel the suffering within it is a far better thing you have than the alternative. No, not better … Continue reading →

More and moreI look backon the thing that I waswith refreshed eyesand see layers of that other creaturethat older eyeswere unable to perceive. I didn’t realize how obviousthat thing washow brutal its stepshow blatant his stare.I never understood how predictable … Continue reading →

I have always wanted to be a writer. I haven’t tried to read. I love the Four Tops’ “Ain’t Too Proud Too Beg,” yet never had time to plead. I’ve eighty thousand pies, but haven’t baked one cake and you’d … Continue reading →

There is no reason to stay here. There is nothing for you to do here. There is no one who cares here no one who knows you here nobody who wants you here nobody who notices you. You are nobody … Continue reading →

It’s a wake-up morn, and all looks good like another winter’s been withstood and the day looks bright, and the sun’s come out but you’re saying some stuff; what you talkin’ about? Suggesting such subjects like moving away? These are … Continue reading →

You always write yourself out of the story editing yourself into some smaller role again and again until you’re eased into a corner and then finally out of the scene. You might think you’ve faded into the woodwork but I’ve … Continue reading →

I’m not sure if I’d call what you’re doing poetry. It’s all so unstructured, isn’t it? It’s just words strewn about on a page willy nilly, Silly Billy. It’s not really what you’d call art, though. I mean, I’m no … Continue reading →

I’m not sure if I’d call what you’re doing poetry. It’s all so unstructured, isn’t it? It’s just words strewn about on a page willy nilly, Silly Billy. It’s not really what you’d call art, though. I mean, I’m no … Continue reading →