The locust of dawn watches its prey It sits in the fields of wheat Grain rising with the golden dawn Of revelation The preacher sees the insect, clicking Its angry chitinous legs In preparation The sound that howls like the Cicada’s death cry Across the endless plain of gold Braided […]
Monthly Archives: September 2017
13 posts
What am I doing? That’s a rock-solid question to ask yourself periodically when you feel lost. That is, the bad kind of lost. I’m currently lost in the sense that my lack of direction has taken a cloying turn. I blame no one but the moment, and even that I […]
To plan, or not to plan, that is the question? I feel like some planning is good. Not, you know, intense planning, but setting something’s just so, and then other things not-just so, and then watching it all fall into place. Otherwise it’s just confirmation bias. I’m in a weird […]
I’m a connoisseur of spam emails. I always thought I knew how to spell that correctly. Spam is kind of an art-form if taken from just the right angle. Which is to say, completely unseriously. But it can’t be any spam. It has to be a certain kind of spam. […]
There was a flood of emotions this evening. I hadn’t expected it. It took the form of the last page of a book, that detonated right outside the levee of the nice dam I had built around my heart. My sadness and confusion and compounded interest of despair washed over […]
I don’t know where to even start. Literally, I’m a little to literal for my own good, sometimes. But currently I’m the kind that feels like a too-drunken mix of XTC trying to be the Beatles, and a guy sitting cross-legged in front of a laptop, believing in his own […]
Sometimes, I really don’t know what to say. I like those times, at times; but most of the time, they’re just frustrating. They make me feel the frustrating kind of redundant. There’s redundancy in this paragraph, for christ’s sake. Anywho, I’m at a loss. I’m too torn between the need […]