to have many feelings that you want to express to not know how to do it to do this on a whim to love people far away what are they doing? where are they? when will I see them again? have they moved on? to want to speed up time because I want to go … Continue reading To Be Very Open

Last summer all we Hashlocke cousins, At Grandma and Grandpa’s place, Had fun together at cousin camp Where we all made up a race. - We split into three different teams And whoever won the games Won the right to take back home The Hashlocke Cup and fame. - We had such fun together With … Continue reading A Penny in the Jar

Hey guys! This is an edited excerpt from a text-based role-playing-game I started a while ago. It's basically where I've been venting all my writing energy. Sorry. Vicca Shellcocker is my character, who runs the Tavern that all the other characters frequent. He secretly is a rebel against "The Empire." Hope you enjoy! Mr Shellcocker … Continue reading Mr Shellcocker Meets The Hound

The clock read that it was eleven forty five, but the clock was rarely correct. I checked my watch, which told me, in its dark blocky digits, that it was eleven thirty. Close enough. No one else is here, so I guess my time for the next half-hour will be spent sitting.  I whipped out … Continue reading The Brownie

Not much to say this week, I'm afraid. Just a lot of bad puns. Word of the Week: The word of the week is: jack - nothing, often used with a double negative or in the place of a harsher word. (E.G. I didn't get jack done yesterday because I had to jack up my … Continue reading The Sunday-and-Monday Morning and Evening #3

A fish out of water A car out of road A clayless potter A field unsowed A wealth of affection For people he needs A need for connection Both sundered by seas

Greetings again, my little lovelings! You may notice that instead of it being Sunday or Monday, it is in fact Tuesday or Wednesday. This is a chronographical error that I have taken up with the Cosmic Authorities, and I expect to get an explanation for this within three to thirty-four business years. Hang tight. Word … Continue reading The Sunday-and-Monday Morning-and-Evening #2

The rising stench of gas and tar People come from near and far The oil stained lot beneath their feet  Crowds assemble, vendors compete The bus station is where they’ve come The night it filled with engines’ hum Departing buses leave the station Traveling across the nation Through the night over distant roads  Each of … Continue reading The Night Bus

Hello my fine chaps and chaplettes! I have decided to give you, once again, from the depths of my brain, quizzling ruminations that I find amusing. I intend to write a few thoughts here every Sunday evening, which for my fellows across the diameter, would be your Monday morning. I do hope you enjoy them, … Continue reading The Sunday-and-Monday Morning-and-Evening #1

Soliloquy in Defense of Jest (Or, The Thing I Made Not in Blue Lagoon 3)To poke, or not to poke, that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the joke to sufferThe slings and tomatoes of outrageous heckling,Or to make Puns against a Sea of subjects,And by my jesting lose them: to pun, to laughAt self; … Continue reading Funny Poems From a Place of Banishment