Something Old, Something New: Away from Me
I love reflecting on my old writing. The younger I was, the more my poetry tried to force rhyme. Probably
Category: writing
Fool
Fools are made to be broken, truly broken, since fools, as fools do, fool about so foolishly. Ah, to be
Something Old, Something New: Patience is the Key
So I thought I was a pretty deep teenager, with an emotional hole so bottomless, even the tears I cried
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Something Old, Something New: A Friend in Need
Going back through my older writing, I’m still amazed by how the me of over ten years ago loved to
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Something Old, Something New: Hide and Seek
Hide and Seek by Raining Insanity I found a poem from 2003 from my old Compaq Presario; actually, I found
FWOB: Friends Without Benefits
What has surprised me most about getting older is how easily friends come and go. They’ll stick around when it’s
Straight Lines
I wish my life existed in straight lines like in reporter’s notebooks, graph paper, plaid pants— instead of left up
No Time
He had no intention to leave her or her or…her? because he had no time to say anything, to do
Work the Space
World, I finally have a workspace again; mind you, its first role is that of a vanity, but I think
Curls
A special thank you to Dave. Always appreciate the push to write. Curls was written at lunchtime, the only time