I wrote a poem recently when I was thinking about the nature of intuition. Intuition seems to take all that information we absorb from all our senses and that we take in from learning or reading or any source at all... then it pieces it together like a puzzle into insights. It delivers it to… Continue reading Poem: Intuition
This is a story of possible alternate world, sleeping meds, and insomnia “It’s sleep paralysis. I Googled it,” I said. “I value your internet skills, but remember I am the doctor,” Dr. Smythe told me dryly. I got the impression he was mocking my self-researching abilities. “I’m just saying, sounds like it to me.”… Continue reading A short: Dreamscape
We had a cold Spring here, but this poem I wrote last year. Spring in the air A chill Spring in the air, I took a deep breath in. A fine misting of snow in my hair, Last years ruins, new to begin. Snow melted to the ground, peace not broken… Continue reading Poem: Spring in the air
A little migraine poetry for you guys.
The line is about chronic pain and suicidal ideation that comes with it. That is the line... thoughts of suicide. I wrote it after I wasn't having problems with it anymore. When I could think about it more clearly than being so sunk in it. The line When the lightning lit Snaking the pain through… Continue reading Poem: The line
I have a migraine poem for you guys today. Wrote when I was having a migraine, which isn't that astonishing as I get them practically every day. I Tried Butterbur and Pie I tried ice And everything nice. I tried magnesium oil And a hat of aluminum foil. I tried every supplement known to… Continue reading Poem: I Tried Butterbur and Pie
I dreamed I dreamed of escape, From a life of pain. The limitations and the shape Of a life I couldn’t sustain From a life of pain, How far could I flee from me? The limitations and the shape, Of my soul taunting all I foresee. How far could I flee from me? The limitations… Continue reading Poem: I dreamed
Prompt Kittens, pizza, saltine crackers, telepathy, a radio contest, magic, a six-pack of beer, and existential angst. The kittens in the box were making quite the noise for kittens. Sounded like I was starving them, but I wasn’t. I bought Fancy Feast for rioting little furballs. Fancy Feast. I could have bought something dull and… Continue reading A short: Telepathy and pizza
Writing Prompts that don't suck: Story must include a unicorn hunter, a planet inhabited entirely by cats, a glitter gun. Meow? "This is clearly the wrong world, Lawrence," Eva said crossly as she pulled a climbing kitten from her leg and put it on the ground. They were in an empty city. An apocalypse world… Continue reading A short: Guns and Unicorns
The Wyrd 