“Trash”
Are not all things we’ve
built, wrought, and designed simply
eventual trash?
Steve D
Fear and Mugging in Charm City
I watched an older man get mugged last night. A slightly graying evening sky hung over my friend and I as we were sitting at a red light, opposite a strip mall on the far corner. A young man was pulling on what looked like a wallet in the hands of an older man in front of one store. The younger man punched the older man in the face, took the wallet, and ran off. The old man fell to the ground, and we could not see if he was unconscious from where we were sitting. Someone finally got out of their car right next to the old man to help him. The light turned green, we drove passed, but the younger man had disappeared.
We continued on our way. Continue reading “Fear and Mugging in Charm City”
Moonlit Musings – Dependency
By Invitation Only
Upon my entrance you exuded fear. But you invited me here. Into your territory, your home, your safe abode. You’re the one who chose to be alone. With me. You see and you know, I wanted to roam in the city. Be around town, with distractions abound, safety in being surrounded by countless, faceless strangers. There’s unnecessary intimacy in having me see where you live and what owns you. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Dependency”
Eyewillnotcry Submission: One Last Too Much
Please welcome Jessie as my latest Guest Poet! You can read more of Jessie’s work here: https://redstringpapercuts.com/ If you would like to be a Guest Poet, please email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk Cheers One Last Too Much Say your farewells, your good lucks, and goodbyes A chime of glasses kissing, arms wrapped in tight embrace […]
Haiku Sunday – Raindrop
“Raindrop”
If I followed a
raindrop through its cycle, where
would we fall again?
Steve D
Carpenter, Clouds, Space – Galumphing – JG
Oh carpenter, carpenter carve me a coffin,
Sealed tight and designed for flight,
To carry me heavenward at dawn’s first light. Continue reading “Carpenter, Clouds, Space – Galumphing – JG”
Actually Nearing the Finish Line
Ugh. The tying down of plots and characters continues.
As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, part of the delay on finishing Manuscript 1 of “Jaed and Aston” has been in trying to parse out the finishing plot points for each of my characters. The biggest difficulty I’ve found in this process has been in fitting the final pieces for each character together concisely, without jamming too much info/action into one section. Continue reading “Actually Nearing the Finish Line”
Misplaced Missives #6: Silence Is Golden
Last refuge of the weak and belittled;
Final hope in hiding:
Armed with indifference’s mask
And sarcasm’s broad shield,
There’s the insidious impulse imploring me
To submit, To yield
Before insanity strikes his blow. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #6: Silence Is Golden”
Haiku Sunday – Mud 2
“Mud 2”
Caked-on mud bakes,
limbs sun-cast into bricks – my
earthenware armor.
Steve D
Audiobooks and Critical Listening: Shockwave by John Sandford
Do audiobooks count for my Goodreads reading goal? I feel like they should.
Future Father-in-law gave me a few audiobooks on CD for Christmas this year, and it took me a while to pop one into my car’s stereo. I was hesitant about this for a couple of reasons: Continue reading “Audiobooks and Critical Listening: Shockwave by John Sandford”
