Tag Archives: writing
Hamlet
I have learned about myself things I didn’t want to know. I didn’t dig these things up; I left them, let them lie, for a reason. A reason that escapes me now; what have I been afraid of? The answers, … Continue reading
Under the Tracks
Poppies in the rear view mirror. I look back, and I imagine what I remember. Red blossoms across a white shirt, a white throat. Flanders Fields, for an army of angels who had no wings and no idea but plenty … Continue reading
I’m too cold
and I have nothing left to give I have nothing left in me I am nothing left I hope tomorrow is better than tonight but if I go to bed, oh god what happens if I go to bed and … Continue reading
DeathWatch No. 102 – Jules Jumped With Me
This is Issue #102 of DeathWatch, an ongoing Serial. Click that link to go find ‘A Beginning’ and read from there, if you need to catch up. Happy Reading! PREVIOUS * * * Headed for the horizon, Kieron saw Hana, and … Continue reading
Comfort
It was hard to watch, to know I could have been something more than I am. It was hard to look at, to know instinctively that my worth had been judged, set, carved into time half a century prior, and … Continue reading