It wakes in its dreams and finds itself in human form, This is but a brief diversion from whatever it was before. It walks on two feet and swings its flappy hands by its side. It has a head with a face on it, and two eyes open wide. It builds up sandcastles and stomps … Continue reading Wakeful Wednesday Presents: The Insomnambulist
My brother Daniel and I both took 23andme DNA tests and this is what it revealed about our ancestry: This explains so much There was also about 0.1% of "unassigned" genes on my ancestry report which I can only assume is blobfish. Grandpa? Is that you? (Photo: Wikimedia Commons) I suppose it is all irrelevant … Continue reading My Brother and I Took a DNA Test and It Revealed Some Disturbing Information
Wherever you are, Julie Fox '05, I hope you are kicking ass and taking names.
Secured, restrained, held close and locked, the windows opened wide— The door was ajar, flashed the light, trapped the fire while it burned inside. … It burned inside. … Blink. … Blink. … Smoke choked slipping down the walls, bled up the corners dripped on the fingertips Teeth split, broken whole, pulled back blackened flesh, … Continue reading Blink, Blink, Kiss, Kiss, Burn, Burn, Hush, Hush
I fear this poem is in poor taste, or worse that it’s a complete and total waste both of time, and of rhyme. I don’t want to say it but I’m not gonna lie. The truth of it is, the reason why I wrote this poem was just to fill space. It began without meaning. … Continue reading Witless Wednesday Presents: A Poem, A Lot Like Life
Hey, I hope you’re all enjoying the long weekend (if you’re in the US). In honor of Labor Day, I would like to share one of my favorite work mishaps. There have been a few doozies across my many, many, odd jobs over the years—from chasing out a family of groundhogs that had made a … Continue reading An Early Merry Christmas Just in Time for Labor Day
Does it ever happen to you, that you find your head so full of writing ideas during the day, that you barely get anything done at work because you keep getting distracted and jotting down notes about it? And then you get home and sit down to write. And it's like this: Fucking crickets! Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh....
What is it that drives a moth to the flame?Is it the beauty? Or is it the pain?Is it seduced by the warm embrace of the fire--Propelled to touch by some burning desire? Or does the danger play a part?Does the bliss of agony entice its heart?To kiss the fire but escape the flameand dance … Continue reading Wondering Wednesday Presents: What Drives a Moth to the Flame?
A Riddle? A Code? A Puzzle? Zombies. Pride. Brunch. Community Pool. Groovy. Delicious. Juno. Beautiful. Poetry. .... .... THERE. ARE. NO. ANSWERS. .... .... Just kidding. It's the suggestion tags from WordPress Reader. Happy Tuesday!
I love buying used books. Books that are beaten up with crinkled pages and bent covers. Books that have very clearly seen some shit. But I especially like books with notes or writing in them. I was thumbing through a used romance book at the bookstore today that had a folded-up paper tucked inside of … Continue reading The Unique Appeal of Used Books
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