Stealer of Hearts, Explosive Farts
More responsibility is probably for the best.
The Running Start
Remember those toys from when we were kids? Most of the specific toys being referred to were designed as cars. To play with them was simple — pull the car back for it to buzz and zip across the floor. I was a little indifferent towards them. The clicking sound was annoying to me —…
Try Honesty
So, my last post at Syracuse New TImes was taken with offence. It’s not a bad thing, but it’s not a good thing. I have a heart and a conscience, but at the same time the writing is necessary to be honest. Some of the things that come out on the page come out dickish, which…
What’s Behind You?
There is a curiosity to figure out how much weight can be carried. The responsibility, the baggage, the dwelling … All of it adds up to a stress that seems to linger and lag behind. Even the great aspects of life can take their tolls and join, add to the negativity and stress, because great aspects…
Abyss(mal) Origins
Daile over at KissMeOutOfDesire celebrated her second birthday of her blog — Happy Birthday! My fellow blogger buddy at both Kinani Blue and Syracuse New Times, Joe, and I grabbed an afternoon coffee yesterday and talked about writing progression, maturation, and defining our own abilities. And how did I get here? My archives date back to August…
Veil
A couple nights ago, I died in my dream. There have been instances of my being shot, stabbed, falling out of trees and tumbling down hills, and instances of falling out of skies and off of cliffs and down into never-ending pits. I’ve never actually died; well, not an instance can be remembered. I can…
The Never-Ending Staircase
We don’t constantly think about or put pressure on ourselves to acknowledge our growing every single day; we are going to learn and grow no matter the circumstances. We should not dwell on regrets, but we learn from the past. We often look ahead, but we don’t want to be too specific about quick hard-to-reach…
