Hey y'all! I'm taking a creative writing course right now, and I just finished the "Settings" week. It was really fun, and I got some fun writing out of it. Thought y'all might like to read them! The church did not mind the cold. Its red-orange bricks and weathered stone benches in the courtyard looked … Continue reading Settings

Wake up before the sun risesPut on camouflageGuzzle coffeeLoad up the truck: Guns Ammo Snacks Calls Roll slow to the site, sun risingGet out of the truck tiptoe to the hideoutWaitWaitWaitShush – steady your arm…….BOOOM!Smile. Pats on the backsLoad truckSun’s upSon, can you take out the trash?and wash up!

Dear Friends, I once wrote a letter, a once a while ago While everything still moves on a line I know The letter wasn't special to anyone but you It wasn't at all a masterpiece, nothing really new I still don't know if you've read it, it may still be unexposed Anyway I sat in … Continue reading The End of a Letter

When I get back to the USA,Gonna head down to Fort Worth, Lone Star State.Run around an acre of mesquite woods late,Under an independance moon.When I get home to the land of the free,Gonna cook up a cup of cowboy coffee.Be being as me as I was born to be,And sit and sip with big … Continue reading USA

Monday – is after Sunday, and means work and things to do But fresher and more hopeful than Tuesday – is a riddle, the equilibrium Between happy work and Wednesday – is a chasm, the stress starts to build Up with work and guilt for Thursday – with activity to distract Me from the guilt, … Continue reading TGIS

Hello y'all! Recently, I've been helping out with the lore for a Minecraft server that my friends play on, and I've been enjoying it so much that (despite the fact that I don't really play many video games) I've decided to write some freestyle background to the server's history. (This in not in any way, … Continue reading The Recounts, Pt. 1

I wonder what This land was like When it was little. Before the backs Of hills had been Hewed blood-hued. Pock-marks peck plains Pasts create craters Cracks passed people's graves. Maybe markless Less marred lands But no less marked men.

Great is your work, oh my Lord! There is not a poet with life enough To write poems with beauty enough With words with truth enough To write of the flight Of a bird. One speck in the flock is too great to word. Great is your work, oh my God! There is not a … Continue reading Avian, Nucleic, and Personal Praise

Central Tavern was one of the only institutions left standing from the peaceful days, and it only stood because it stooped. The owner didn't mind if Central became crammed with filthy soldiers and filthier tongues, as long as they payed. Central Tavern had long since become a misnomer. It had been, literally speaking, East Tavern … Continue reading Central Figures

Hey everyone! Miss Emma, long a contributor to this esteemed blog, had the wonderful idea that we could do a sort of White Elephant poem exchange. Through means too complicated for mortals to grasp, Falang, long a behind-the-scenes wizard of the blog, randomly gave us our poem subjects. This is my poem, which is for … Continue reading In Praise of a Writer