Bad Soil, Poem for the Masses, Haiku #1, Rethinking Humanity, and Morning & Evening

Bad Soil Mycelium growth On playground floor Reflects the blossoming Of maturity on those still too young The fungal stink Forces itself onto clothes And souls of children Leaving husks of adults Poem for the Masses Anything was possible then, Before teenage pregnancies Before heartbreaks at dusk When the caressing breeze Could remind you "This… Continue reading Bad Soil, Poem for the Masses, Haiku #1, Rethinking Humanity, and Morning & Evening

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One Sentence Challenge #1: A Decrepit Playground

Foremost, I'd like to thank E. Darby Harrington at Orienting DetailsĀ for inspiring this idea. I ran into her 15th iteration of the challenge and it inspired me to make this post. Please check out her site and show her content some love. The point of a one sentence challenge is write the most perfectly written… Continue reading One Sentence Challenge #1: A Decrepit Playground

Metamorphosis, Another Wanderer, The Implications of Tragedy, and The Return of Light

Metamorphosis Blaring aural projections Render the ripple-less sea Into a marionette Its form twists and turns At the noise's transient demands Making it look as one of God's reject creations That can never re-learn stillness Another Wanderer Through the Oasis of Ra With redwood palms With crystalline water Another Wanderer Trudges He begged for the… Continue reading Metamorphosis, Another Wanderer, The Implications of Tragedy, and The Return of Light

Samples of Flesh, Changing of the Gods, and Proof Beyond Doubt

Samples of Flesh Creaking knees are ticking seconds Of a Rolex inherited from ancestral DNA Either elastic of pleather Plastic or gold, the hand moves the same These dwindling seconds are all there is Despite Shoulder's Weight And suitcased eyes It moves just right Changing of the Gods The mind is an autoimmune disease Benedicting… Continue reading Samples of Flesh, Changing of the Gods, and Proof Beyond Doubt

Almost Everything

Jacob Duckworth came home the same time every night. His coworkers at East Provincial Bank noted his leaving at four in the afternoon because he was the only grown man in the company with a backpack, and this sparked many rumors that climaxed in a security guard checking its contents because of the possibility parts… Continue reading Almost Everything