(v.) they call it futile, a road to nowhere
self induced descent
i think sometimes darker paths
take you deeper
(v.) you call it ten,...
Broken hearts are made for two: one for me, and one for you.
Channel, don't tame
Writing begins with letting go. You let go of who you are, of whom your body reminds you you are. You leave the person that just got up fro...
things i have time for now that i no longer have that shitty commitment that looked really good on paper
1. detangling my headphones
2. coconut oolong tea
I can try to be patient
I can try to wait
I can try to swallow the pride
I can keep setting the date.
But when the waves find me deeper
And the mo...
Another January Flash Fiction Prompt Project piece. The noir trash vibes were strong on 12th January. I'm pretty attached to this guy. He's a little bit of my f...
That's what I noticed right away about you there.
You got so overly excited
About every opportunity
a man at the church just gave me his rosary. he left it behind, and when I ran to give it back to him, he held his hands up, shook his head, and said 'nah, kid,...
Music and rain and writing. Bliss.
What about you?
When all I built up, with sweat, blood, tears just crashes
What about you?
Fuck things up, yeah
The Ides , As Foretold by the Prophets
Notty Bumbo, 2017
Everyone knew the knives were out,
Sharpened by itinerant assassins.
There was no secret plot,
Random musings of a daily life
There's a moment in between each breath wherein time, in all its indifference, harbors every cycle & every feeling of dread ...
I got a bit slack about posting my January 2017 flash fiction prompt pieces for a while there, but I'm back on it and I still have a few left to share here
The Gods who speak to me
Have no names, no stories
No sign of temples.
Do not care anyway
For name, tale or altar
Offer no fame,
Base and Molly
At the far northern end of a fourth-story rooftop, a figure lay prone atop a hastily assembled platform of shipping pallets topped with a scrap ...
You gotta let it flow through you, baby,
let your eyelids grow heavy with the weight of the sickly-sweet golden sound
let the syrupy molasses-rhythm...
gonna buy two sixguns with sandalwood grips and swim out to the intercontinental fiber cables as the final boss of my shit life
The dulcet tones of formula one cars rotating around the track, woke me this morning, the track is just across the road.
Nothing prepared me for the news headl...
Are you happy now?
Old spinster of a woman
Does it delight you to have your home back?
Unfettered by another woman with whom you once had to share your affecti...
They helped me to affirm my place as a writer and as a creative person. For the first time in a long time, I never once felt like I had to explain myself to the...
Glance. Smile. Their attracting forces. Orbiting.
Six Word Stories.
I can write the pages of a memory.
I can heal the world with a fantasy.
But there's no drug around, quite like what I found in you
I still can't feel my face
The Patriarchy is Lying to You, Part One: The Utopia/Dystopia Scam
Life often puts us in a hamster wheel, where we are forever running in place, getting tired ...
y'all still doing this huh?
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