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Bonjour mes amis, I have two announcements this week. First, I finally migrated the book clubs from my old site. I know this has taken a while, and I don’t expect anyone to immedi…

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It won’t stop, I want her gone from every part of my brain

My plates were pink and orange and green. The plains glowed.

It’s wild west week and we’re gonna lasso up a Nietzsche in only a few words.

There's sand on the ground.

I love you more than all the grains of sand on the beach.

I went to Chernobyl when I was a kid; we drove through the swamp from my family’s farm. I remember sitting in the back of my grandmother’s Gorky, a GAZ-24, and the smell of cigare…

Molasses black oranges sit on a table. Some flies are born under their skin and wriggle. A man sits alone in a Mercury Sable. Pale eyes spy on you from a shard of glass. Claret li…

“I have a sort of abiding love for that place,” is not an excuse to let another father’s Arthur rest without a stone to his name.

I blow you out

There is a contradiction: do you love the land or the vision of flowers that you could plant?

I have no idea

“See, you've come through, you're covered in hives.” "They're red and yellow, they feel like knives" Out of a blister, only one bumble did roam. I touched him gently when he was upon my wrist.

I've glimpsed you once and gazed through those eyes just ten thousand times. I've felt your cheeks for a moment and their warmth lingers on my hand. I've heard you sing a single w…

The impoverished, neglected man can look up and, in his mind, wonder how one so high can fail to see that only a minute of her time could lend him the hand he needs or take the needle away.

Aquarium brain is mine and only hers on loan.

It would have been his birthday

I don’t even know if I’m supposed to pretend I’m judge or jury or executioner or if I’m just a man who misses his brother and hurts when people think they want the lessons of my pain. You don’t know suffering or you wouldn’t want it, but maybe you don’t deserve it.

He still doesn’t feel gone

I missed it

What does anxiety and bipolar feel like???

I have become a borsch

This is nowhere close to done but I wanted to publish something of the process. I’m not even out of the first five paragraphs of edits and I’ve spent hours rewriting each multiple times lol. This also needs to be lengthened and expanded upon, currently the ideas don’t sit.

I have no idea who I’m writing about….

We’re gonna call this Freeform Monday. Happy Ukraine Independence Day!!! Today is the day my home regained its freedom, or at least ratified it by issuing our own Declaration of I…

I haven’t written anything in a few days for the site so this is going to be a short explanation and update. I had to go to the eye doctor twice this week for pre-ops and to refil…

I took notice of the wafting scent of ink and paper hidden in leather-bound books immediately upon entering the library, where I, much to the chagrin of my indifference, saw my mo…

I’m irritated as hell, I got banned from r/poems for posting a poem and them telling me it was ai generated. I don’t use AI and I never will and it’s bewildering to me that someon…

I took notice of the wafting scent of ink and paper hidden in leather-bound books immediately upon entering the library, where I, much to the chagrin of my indifference, saw my mo…

Лежати на золотих полях під блакитним небом

Today is about a girl.

I’m going to say this is the last draft of this for now. I’ll probably come back in a few chapters and hammer away at it more but I’m comfortable with the pros. I got feedback from some friends last night that reinforced that I was having some breaks in the tone on his thinking.

I wrote this for three friends of mine all in different parts of their lives. They each should relate to it differently and I wonder if you can tell me where those interpretations come from. I’ll post it in a comment but don’t cheat!

Super short update

I got irritated once again, surprise, and I’m up too late. I edited this down a ton but also added pieces. The prose is now much consistent but I’m still one or two drafts and rewrites from the finished product.

I got frustrated with myself again on this one. I went back and read it thinking about my surgery and it just felt wrong. The feelings and ideas were there but the language sucked. Here’s a leaner and more coherent version. Hope you enjoy

This is the first full draft of Eulogy chapter 0. This will probably be changed but I’m publishing it anyway. There’s some color words I don’t know how I feel about but I need to sleep on them. Mostly I don’t know if I’m overly descriptive in the intro and if I’m giving enough.

How many times am I going to need to see?

I couldn’t see the right words, maybe it’s these damn eyes.

I have pigment dispersion syndrome

Why I’m writing more recently.

I got frustrated again and re-wrote this. I like the central conceit but I came to hate the execution. This is probably the finished product.

Dance with me says my quiet friend

I absolutely loved writing this one! This was just fun and came out in one single run. I stopped along the way to examine the structure but I got away with only one single editorial pass. I just re-read it and thought “I don’t like this word” and changed it, and I love the ease.

This is part one of chapter one for the day. It’s all I wrote today between doing my normal software job. Hopefully you like it, I can see where this chapter is going but please leave feedback!

AWS -> GCP for my infra and me forgetting to store my work before deleting my AWS account….

I wanted to clean up some of the imagery on re-read. I post these multiple times so you can see the progression from raw immediate feeling to polished product.

I wrote this for my mother, whichever one you choose. It’s for myself as well, but I’m not sure to which character I belong. The reader should decide.

# Glimpses of Sun A current stirs beneath the wind, a murmur in the sky. Waves carry laughter— honey, sugar, rain— and for a moment something milk-sweet fills the air. The world a…

First of the Freeform Mondays series

Musings about novel series

I wrote this for a woman, a very particular woman who would know who she is if she ever finds my blog. I don’t think she will or if she’ll even look but who knows :shrug:. She had been texting me on multiple threads excitedly and engaged for days only to ghost after a date.

This is meant to show you my process, I really want readers to understand how I use it so they know where my work comes from entirely.