Last night I was talking with some friends and on multiple occasions each of the writing proclivities of my friends in the room and I go brought up. There was sort of a pre-approved consensus that one friend was the poetry guy, one guy was the short story/fiction/narrative guy, one guy was the song writer… Continue reading Thoughts from a deceased conversation
Month: August 2011
cast into the deep blue
It is almost a new week. For me, the weeks have never started on Sunday. I’ve always considered Monday to be the true start of the week and Sunday to be the secret bastard child that is masquerading as heir to the throne. This won’t be an ordinary week. I feel like this week will… Continue reading cast into the deep blue
barely squeezing out any words
I have more than you. Now you can call me King. One man; dominion over the rest. Men and women in my palms. All I see are my possessions.