Its been awhile since I’ve written a thought blog, so today I decided to write a little something that’s been on my mind now that the 7th season of Game of Thrones has wrapped. Have you ever wondered what stories are really about? I think this is my favorite thing when it comes to writing. … More What is a Story “Really” About?
Caution: Creatures may occasionally engage in physical conflict. It is important for the owner of the habitat to pay close attention to how your terrarium’s occupants are grouped. Indicators of impending conflict may include, but are not limited to: Two large groups of inhabitants facing one another in close proximity. Usually preceded by audible squealing … More For Better or Worse (Ch 6)
What do I know? What do I think? Could all of this end? Within a short blink? What does it mean? What purpose is served? These thoughts all torment me My mind, it’s unnerved God, let me know My question is fair Is all of this worth it, This worship, this prayer? … More Where Are You?
“Hidey hidey hoooo!!” Happily skipping over to the habitat on her table, the little girl in the bedroom is gleaming over the new cut she’s gotten for her fur. “Do you like my new bangs, teenie weenies?” She excitedly asks her pets. “I know you can’t understand me, but I bet you do! They’re very … More For Better or Worse (Ch 5)
“All better!” Pulling her arm from out of the tank, the little girl slides the lid back on her glass habitat after setting down the little newborn she’d taken out the night before. “Those nutrients will make you a super pet!” She shouts, watching the parents finally reconnect with their baby. “Anyway,” the girl says, … More For Better or Worse (Ch 4)
“Aw, yay!” The day after disposing the dead creature, the little girl is pleasantly surprised to see that two of her pets have had a baby. Standing over the dome with a wide grin on her face, she looks down at the two tiny creatures nurturing their teenie, fragile newborn. “Good job, you two! I … More For Better or Worse (Ch 3)
The hours late I close the gate My shutters, clasp and lock I ring the bell Fill my inkwell And glance, toward the clock An evening chill It greets my quill As letters join, to words The only sound Which can be found Is chirping, of the birds My thoughts now … More How I Write
It looks so cold This water, bold As evening reaches crest And yet I know Aft icy blow The warmth will be abreast Is it so hard? Why do I guard? No logic can be found Just jump right in But wait! I grin I will! The next time round I promise, then I’ll dive … More Toe in the Water
As we sit here, looking Across the plains, the sea One looks at the other And the other looks at me One says “Goodness gracious” “That lady needs a room” Two says “Yes, she needs one” “This weathers looking gloom” And as we sit observing The clouds, they start to rain This lady pulls her … More Monster in a Mansion
The focus settles, nestles in I sit here waiting, lights are dim And though I know what must be done I always feel that loaded gun The push to work, this call to act For naught fulfills a ghost’s contract Forever now, forever then, Armed with paper, bladed pen No fear of future, charge ahead … More Mission
How the World Should Work 