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Category Archives: Writings

Stuff I might write about, both fictional and otherwise.

Weeble Wobble

Me and my foe foo row ramma.  I dish and you dash and I know I got to go hoe and come on to do all that.  I have no idea.  No clue.  Notta respectability, neither nor all there or even some that.  But still I here while you but there.  And you ever so […]

Elastic Plastic

Here under weight of suspended waters in crushing lightness I lay buoyant drowning.  How sublime this that blankets an existence in brine turning bone to gelatin mass and rubbers tallowed skin, deforming into elastic tendrils seeking up to the green green light above.  I would that I might swim in waters warmed but instead relent […]

Crisis of sorts

There in the jars on the shelves amongst the specimens rests things; things that are more than not not kept but instead even more forgot and never more than least remembered and that till the light of a setting scene lays them out in pink and auburn hues in alien silhouettes dancing to music you […]

Wanna Be

You just wanna be a woman playing with a bow and arrow; you have been a temptress. In fields I smell desiccated flowers, poppies crumble under the laden gaze of youth remembered. Under trill and drummed beat query comes: “Did you really want?” Yes, I did and I do. How could I surrender? How can I […]

Protected: A Step

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A JAR OF BALLOONS or THE UNCOOKED RICE: A Response, Part III

The saga continues.  Beasts of the most horrible ilk shall be slaughtered.  Damsels of the most beautiful flaxen hair shall be saved.  Interlopers will be crushed.  Heathens will be burned.  The righteous shall prevail.  Well, not quite.  This is just the third installment in a bet I am both bound to win and lose (since […]

Protected: Hello, you.

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A JAR OF BALLOONS or THE UNCOOKED RICE: A Response, Part II

This is part II in my bold, audacious I tell you, attempt to scale the vast queries levied by Matthew Yeager. Do you go to movies alone? Yes. When eating out, do you prefer, in general, to face the crowd or the wall? The crowd and preferably with the wall to the back.  You never […]

A JAR OF BALLOONS or THE UNCOOKED RICE: A Response, Part I

In one of those of wholiest [sic] of pursuits, I recently stumbled upon, rather metaphorically of course, a challenge, or more so a request, that I know not how to resist.  This challenge?  I am glad you ask.  The challenge, simply put, is to answer all the questions posted by Matthew Yeager’s A JAR OF […]

Mullions

Some days there are really no words for things I am thinking.  You just got to avoid trying to go see through the mullion and instead push on through the transom to get anywhere outside of my vexed mind.  But when you get those two together, well, you got yourself an understanding of a mighty […]