Fitting music:
Center of the festivities; eye of this bustling storm,
Here alone there is peace, calm, and a song.
Run now around the fire and gather all together,
For the cautionary tale of a merchant peddling leather,
Who traveled far and wide, never for short, always for long gone. Continue reading “Cinquain Triplet – Eye of the Storm, Fair/Festival, Sailor – JG”
Winds and white foam soften, be still!
A honeyed melody drifts through the air.
Golden hues settle, like candlelight’s glow. Continue reading “Cinquain Triplet – Eye of a hurricane, fair/festival, sailor – SD”
The once intricate pieces of my personality,
Are now eroded, edgeless, and smooth.
I can’t determine what goes where,
Can’t find the part that should care,
So everything, from thoughts to moods,
Is muddled together, selected at random. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #3 – Pieces – JG”
Portals of sunlight
Flare against fluorescent drones
And still are outshined
Steve D
With October dwindling down and November rapidly approaching, Stevie has been… subtly… reminding me that National Novel Writing Month is on its way as well. To be frank, last year even though I participated, I definitely didn’t commit. So this year, despite my addiction to procrastination, I am going to do better. Mostly so he stops judging me (gosh).
In this, our nearing time of extreme productivity, I feel it important to remember certain rules bequeathed to us from on high by the late, great Vonnegut. (Kurt Vonnegut is up in Heaven now).
And thus, our Eight Commandments: Continue reading “NaNoWriMo Oh Noooo”
I’ve been on a metal kick recently. I have never been terribly familiar with metal as a musical genre. The only metal band I could reasonably describe myself as a fan of is System of a Down. A while ago, I had been interested in finding other music like System of a Down, but I quickly learned that S.O.A.D. is entirely unique in their own right. Continue reading “Quick Rip: I have found my musical home, and it is called Folk Metal”
Before you bled ink,
What messages did you bring,
Soaring free on wings?
Steve D
Love always makes me picture red roses Continue reading “Color Schemes – Red Roses – JG”
Well, it’s just about mid-October, and my novel is coming along. I’m not writing at a break-neck pace, but I have written almost half of my pre-NaNo goal. I’m at 36,000 words and change, with 13,000+ to go before November. Continue reading “Pre-NaNo Update: Progress through Outlining”
We Learn So Little
Incremental mental pressure – inevitable downward spiralS
The highest expectations and the lowest bloW
So it goes, funded by new maybes and old hopE
Sturdy invisible rope, indivisible by decency or trutH
Or overused solutions to this improved dilemmA
Has the habitual, ritual of escapism made us victims of PavloV
Another number in the vast many – another onE
Rounded to the nearest thousand; a statistic listed under wantoN
Disgraceful, distasteful, how wasteful in our human bravadO Continue reading “Double Acrostic – Baggage/That Which Lingers – JG”
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