Year: 2015

It’s like a glossy sheen silky, smooth too soft like anything could just slip through none of that familiar friction between fingers this strange overcoat like a protective layer keeping you shielded from the air the sickly shell envelopes you while you rest

Clara clara clara clara it’s labor day.

4/30 I just want to talk without hearing a dull roar in my ears I want to hear myself without sounding like fingernails and chalk     5/30 What if I don’t want to bow to Urzok the hated? I am the light, he should bow to me instead with his stupid head and goofy…

All I want to do is make even, possibly, with people but it’s all I can do to stay awake and hang on tight to the muse

Here’s the thing about PAX. You’re surrounded by creative people for 3-4 days, you see all of the things they made, you hear them talk about it, you get to demo their ideas. You get to ask the people who actually work on the thing about the thing and it’s totally invigorating. Makes me feel…

For the last three years some friends and I have been doing an annual 30 poems in 30 days, and I usually just post it to my tumblr because my poetry suuuuucks. But This year I’ll post it here, with the caveat that my poetry? sucks. But I don’t do it because I’m good at…

I feel like I should be writing some of the thoughts that plagued my mind last night in the utter darkness and silence because the power was out. My brain kept me awake instead of just chilling with the dense dark and using it to sleep. But now I can’t remember any of those things.…