Unimportant Verse 5
"Comrade" would I call you, and "brave," and "fierce" and "true". "Lovely" have I called you, and hope but to live up to the example which you set for me. So, comrade, onward, ever onward. I know I cannot hope to offer much but word on cloying...
You and Them
Coffee shop, cafe music playing, showing ads, buses passing, showing ads. Browsing website showing ads. Rampant consumption and consumerism culture that touts the belief that there is something wrong with you and the only way to fix it is to buy our...
Running Tail Excerpt
Paws slammed against the ground. I could feel my breath coming out in short spurts as I pushed my way through the trees and bushes. Pushing my back up against a tree I held my breath and listened. The sound of boots hitting the ground, shouts back and...
You Are Not Alone
"The high today got down to 89, and thanks to an incoming coldfront, tomorrow should come to 85. Also thanks to this front, we should have storms through the rest of this week..." The wolf looks up from his book at the TV, where the weatherman did his...
Chapter 2: Experimentation
#2 of a shockingly pleasant change experimentation i did my normal writing on corel word perfect, making sure most of the spelling and grammar was correct, but i didn't post the entry.
Post-op images
Saturday is for mechanics. Sunday is for terror. Monday is for acceptance. Tuesday is for purging. Wednesday is for anxiety. Thursday is for sleep. * * * When I am asleep The world changes around me. In spring, I am changed. * * * I'm no good at...
Nyctophobia
There was a house in a forest. IT was quite a remote place, bordered on all sides by high-reaching trees and on a bit of a hill, wedged between earth and sky. It was a two-story house, on the second story of which was a balcony, an overlook: if someone...
Beneath her coat was a whole identity
Beneath her coat was a whole identity: A subtle form of ideas under soft fur, A constantly shifting mass of meaning... And somehow, she pulled it off. She would go for days without shedding a thing, And then, as if a bottle rolling off a...
Growth
Used to be you and I daily would walk through the fields out back of the house and talk for hours, spilling words and emotions. These walks were our daily devotions to each other over the years. The fields, dotted with ponds, were our space. We...
Completed Poems from Missives
Though the flow'r may bloom ere long and night recede unto the dawn, so yet may love's embrace grow fond and still be spoilt upon the wan. Brave are you and wield your smile: A cudgel, tool, a keen-edged blade. You are not wan, love is not...
Recursive Cycles
Recursive cycles cement their way into secluded lives ceaselessly expanding, enveloping all thought and action. People like you forgot how to live. Somewhere along the way you forgot to appreciate how the sky shifts as night falls or day breaks, the...
Hurt
This is a punch to the gut, no, a gunshot wound to the head. How long had you been fucking him before I found out? The white hot ire I feel strips away your puppy-dog eyes. You're no puppy, I'm not falling for it. You total bastard. All those times...