Come here close, come here, see? “Are these the things you said I need?” “Wait a second, what is this?” My trick worked, now you do belong to me Come on down, don’t be shy “I think that we should let it be” Just you wait, you won’t regret “You’re really starting to scare me” … More The Worst Tinder Date Ever
Never idle, on the move, ink pours on the page The force that drives, a needed guide, is with me on this stage I try to be an optimist, but sometimes I’m consumed by rage Thinking of how things are done and how they could so quickly change Yes all the world’s a stage you … More My Hands
Never have I ever wanted to fit into normalcy Every time I thought of it I knew that it just wasn’t me Don’t get me wrong, I know that it’s society There’s nothing bad of being glad and fitting in the mold, you see And if I’m being candid it’s a life I’ve started to … More Between the Lines
There lives a small famiwee, I call dem da Boyds They are so pwetty and so vewy cute I love to watch them frowick and pway Everwy day on my morning commute Dey live in a howse dats made out of straw Da parwents, dey must be da best All of da time da Boyds … More Da Boyds
They’re carried each and every day, they never ever go away. I cannot seem to find a place where minds are clear and thoughts erased. They stay with me, they’re always there, it seems a saddened love affair. My heart is blackened when the air begins to flow with fervent prayer. The things I’ve done, … More Scars
91 At 91, Gladys sips bourbon from her grandmother’s floral teacup. It’s eleven in the morning. The teacup shakes slightly in her veined, big-knuckled hand. The saucer clinks several times as she sets it down. She’s given up reading the newspaper because her eyes are shot and she feels reading glasses are gauche. Instead of … More 91 (A Short Story by Josh Jones)
My superiors are hounding me. They claim to know more about these humans than I do. Obviously this is impossible. I have spent an entire career studying them. For years and years I have unearthed and uncovered recollections of this primitive species. No, those who oversee my operation are simply misinformed. They have no idea … More The Answer: 3
Thought. It is such a curious concept. It exists behind everything. Every single action, every single behavior, every single thing we do is motivated by thought, whether conscious or not. Breathing, for example. Do you think every time you take a breath? I think not. And yet you do it. I am having difficulty compartmentalizing … More The Answer: 2
“Barker? He is King now?” Far to the East, Corgin Le Fey and her minions discuss the new events that have transpired throughout the Realm. “Yes, madam,” a rat-servant screetches, “there has been much change occurring throughout the lands. Grr Barker has ascended to the Bone, and now rules with his Bites of the Round … More The Ward & the Bone: 11
“LONG LIVE THE KING!” The Transition has come, and the night of festivities to celebrate Grr Barker’s ascension to the Bone is at hand. “At last, he is King!” Drunkenly swaying through a tavern full of the finest bitches, Grr Sleepsalot wafts his bowl of ale in the air. “To Grr Barker!!” He shouts as … More The Ward & the Bone: 10
How the World Should Work 