Drink on the nightstand.
My laptop beneath the stand.
Cat pushes the drink.
Drink on the nightstand.
My laptop beneath the stand.
Cat pushes the drink.
Cat on my counter.
It did not end only there.
Used oil on my walls.
My day just begins.
A cat jumps on the counters.
My day turns so bad.
Ted Cruz is a little boy.
He keeps trying to be coy.
But we all see his ploy.
He always steals my joy.
America is just his toy.
Ted Cruz is a little boy.
Waves of expression wash across your face the wind brushes your hair the mist glosses your smile and the backdrop seascape competes for the casual cinematographer of my gaze and yet I neither propose marriage nor a toast or in a seductive inflection test your boundaries with an indiscreet suggestion instead I seize this stolen […]
Me and the Mrs.
I’ve been writing via my blog for a week now. I just passed 1,000 views. I average 150-200 a day. I did not expect this much of a response. Is this normal? What should my benchmarks actually be?
This is my tribute.
This is my soul.
I rise just to die.
I fall just to lie.
My open love,
Is met with a shove.
Rejected.
Dejected.
Ejected.
I rise just to die.
I fall just to lie.
This is my tribute.
This is my soul.
I goofed again, par for the course as they say. I think goofed is a kinder way of saying it, so I don’t have to say I fucked up. But I said that anyway just now, ouch! What did I do? Well today it involved stepping in dog poo on the way to the offices. […]
Goofed
My first novel is complete. I was heavily influenced by Irish mythology when I wrote it. Is there anything I need to be cautious about or pay attention to when using Irish mythology in a high fantasy novel?
I mask my alarm.
Pain eats away within me.
Blood drips down my arm.
Was that better than the last one? I’m really enjoying this Haiku thing.