The Echoes
I lost the echos. I didn't mean to. It sort of just slipped away, and now whenever I try to yell, I don't hear anything anymore, that far-off voice is gone. No one responds back, here in the deadlands, especially to me. I don't live alone. That...
Dandelions
**Dandelions** Dandelions are lonely cats of lost garden savannahs roaring in the wind.
Writing Tips vol. 2
Whenever you are having a character explain something via abstract thoughts, you are flirting with breaking the fourth wall.
Weight of a Name
Weight of a...
[Poetry] The Day Before Everything
Did Entropy sit back swirling a cup of tea with a spoon And have no intention to drink it until it had cooled enough not to burn her lips? Did Gravity toss a ball ...
The Conquerer and the Defier
I believed that the people lacked the capacity to understand and would reject my abstract science; _and i went ahead with the small-scale tests._ i threw it through hoops and checked for loopholes in physics, and tried to formulate new elemental compounds
The Machine
An abstract short on how a man becomes a machine.
Walking Around
The light boils down to a point where I find a penny. I take it and walk along to see that I find myself in a room. It has dust floating about and I have no idea why I'm there. I try remember, but it is for naught. So, I shrug and go on about my...
Hum.
In deep states of consciousness, buried between periods of cycles. I had become a tool of psychological construct. Where weight was of nothing—if it could be anything—in fact nothing at all. Distant light from the freeway painted part of...
Bouncing Off The Target
Just a kind of abstract poem about archery and trying to hit a tricky target.
Meadows
_Sunshine. Soft grass between my toes. Sweet tea on a summer afternoon._ _It's funny where the mind escapes to when the body is unable to flee._ _As the last one leaves, my body is unceremoniously left on the bed, beaten and bare. Breathing hurts....
If It Was Ever In Sight
If It Was Ever In Sight ...