((A lengthy poem inspired by a half-dream about the interactions between the Devil and a young girl who knows death all too well.)) I. “I can help you, if you’d like,” said the Devil to the girl In a garden filled with daffodils with dew strung up like pearls “Make with me a contract, and… Continue reading Poem: “The Devil and the Girl”
“How do you write like you’re running out of time? Write day and night like you’re running out of time? Ev’ry day you fight, like you’re running out of time, like you’re running out of time, are you running out of time?
How do you write like like tomorrow won’t arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write ev’ry second you’re alive, ev’ry second you’re alive, ev’ry second you’re alive?”
Edit March 15, 2016: I’ve made my peace with most of this. I’m leaving this up so I don’t have to write another post to replace it. If you’re a friend I introduced or plan to introduce on this blog, feel free to skip over this post. In fact, please do.
So today’s scheduled post was initially a Methods & Mediums about the hit musical Hamilton, but I’ve got a few things I need to get off my chest before that. If you’d rather wait for the M&M, check back on Wednesday, but this post is going to get a little personal.
What is there even to say about Ira – a lot, there’s a lot. For starters, the friend whom I’m dubbing Iramor on this blog is the person I consider to be my first friend, and without her knowing, she’s one of the biggest influences on who I am today. In fact, many of the virtues that others seem to see in me, I attribute to her.
My regular first-Saturday-of-the-month update. Check out the Current Projects page to see what I’m trying to get done this year, and to see my current progress, read below the cut.
I have heard that once, back when the internet was new and technology still scarce, rich or poor, privileged or not, everyone was able to dream. Why was that right not protected? (Completed October 6, 2013)
As strange as it may sound, I believe that words hold power. Perhaps that’s because I am a writer, or maybe I am a writer because that’s what I believe. You might notice on this blog that I don’t use swears. It’s not necessarily because I think they’re bad, but because I believe they will… Continue reading My Friendship Philosophy
I don’t think that poetry is my strongest suit, but when someone prompts me to write one, you can bet I’m going to try. The requirements were that it be a poem under 18 lines about the moon, the sunrise, and life. A one-shot from Feb. 16, 2016
Alright, be honest now – how many of you thought of the movie first? Hands up, lemme count. Yeah, that seems about right. Okay, then. How many of you at least know it was originally a book? Oh, a few of you, I’m surprised. To those of you not raising your hands, yes, it’s true.… Continue reading M&M – “Howl’s Moving Castle”
An introduction to my dear friend who also doubles as the primary editor for most of my writing projects.
Lines and Lamentations 