An Accursed Red poem. ~ They say he went to heaven and I've been waiting for him to come down. But I've been waiting for too long. They said he's in the clouds and I keep wanting to fly but I know I won't get high enough. They want me to believe that he's safe … Continue reading Angel Fate| Poem/ Song
Baker. Frank Baker. 1976. String cheese. - “Look, it’s Frank! The string cheese guy!” “String cheese! Yeah!” Thunderous voices found Mr. Baker, and all he could do was smile with a wave of his hand. He was old now, not yet dead but making great strides towards his headstone. “Do you happen to have any … Continue reading The Guy Who Invented String Cheese
Put down in a pasture Meandering tongues and hands Counting, counted, and counting on more Never once thought of again, never spoken henceforth. - A time and temple of thought and solitude, more of bitterness and less of love Now just a deserted place that no person should enter Wondering, wondered, and wondering again Divine … Continue reading Stairs to a Gaze | Poem
I wonder if I'm as loud as my cells and organelles. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. ~ What did they do before they invented the silence? What could they have done before its existence? It must have been an impossible time, because I can never find it. Outside, I hear the animals. Inside, I … Continue reading what did they do before they invented the silence?
Of Christmas and Stuff The man knew a few things for certain. He was no Scrooge. He was no Grinch. But he sure as heaven knew that he was no Santa. He didn’t mind the fact that at the tender age of four his parents had told him that Santa was a nonexistent being, one … Continue reading The Sad Man's Rambles | Of Christmas and Stuff
His face is plain and new and too small to really see. I had never seen this boy before. Before he can throw another rock at me, I call out to him: “Hi!” He can hear me. I wonder how he got in there. I wonder for how long. I ask him this. Maybe he … Continue reading Boy in a Well | Part 2
There would be moments where I would find time to be alone. I leave the cabin and sit along the river bank and toss stones into the water. It was nice, nice to think about anything and do nothing. For most of my life, I was an only child. That changed two weeks ago. It’s … Continue reading Boy in a Well | Part 1
First Conversation: Boys & Stuff "Yeah, but what's your body count?" I hate when I'm in the bathroom and a group of girls start having a loud conversation. Their words tend to bounce off the walls to make even their whispers sounds like screams. Since I drink about 100 cups of water a day, I'm … Continue reading 2 Conversations I Overheard Girls Talking About
Whether it be six or fourteen years after their predecessor, animated movie sequels are more often than not more miss than hit. I first realized this during the summer of 2018, when Incredibles 2 was released. The visuals were astounding-- like the hyper-realistic and beautifully rendered textures--and they were enough to distract me from the … Continue reading The Problem with the Frozen and Incredibles Sequels | Disney Issue
Squirming worms of dread of deepest desires and unfinished threads of words you thought had been finished until you heard the whispers of them again. Walls have marks of the things sliding up and down until their silky bodies fall and writhe on the ground. You asked yourself if it was your fault that the … Continue reading Squirming Worms | Poem
