Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Bottled Fortune
The Versatile Blogger Award… WHAT?!?
It truly is an honor to be recognized by another writer, especially during a period of significant inactivity. Thank you so much GaillovesGod for this award. It is a blessing, and may just be the spark I needed to get me going again.
Sneakers On Half the Band
Leather souls on two gent'lmin//o'gray//N'sneakers, but no two sit//nex'to soles o'the same
Strangest Piece of You
But now I’m here, sipping the dew//Ambrosia-drink and treacle-stew//Buried in my eminent dole//All I ask is if you pass through//Share the strangest piece of you
An Adventure Contemplated
And so, my pulse slowed, fever abated, fingers went numb. Yet there is still a touch of blush in my pale cheeks and blue lips. There is still a glint of the blinding sunrise scintillating in my eye.
Isle of Odes
Swooning mine, the emerald eye: This isle of odes, earth's lullaby
Novel of Nonsensical Novelty
Just me chanting chimerical chatter.
Unknown Corners
Sometimes we know what monsters are inside us... It's the unassuming darkness we forget about.
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. X: Member of Everything
Last night, I hung up the coat that shielded me high on the Cliffs of Moher in the closet that I seldom open, the hinges groaning in protest. The salt from the ocean spray, still clinging to the thick sleeves, left my fingers sticky and longing to return. A gentle yet abrasive reminder that, for once, I did it. I was a member of everything, and my eyes saw the vibrant colors of everything. My ears were buffeted with the pulse of everything, and its pulse became my pulse.
December Rose 