This was the only pic I had of Chessie on my computer for some weird reason. My life is fraught with animals. Bugs, birds, the occasional elephant, but the ones I hold dear are the ones I remember the best. This is a story about (or, for the sake of precision, for) those mostly lovable … Continue reading Historia Animalia Ch. 1
Legend’s Song
A song of truth and fire bright, Will ever be echoed through't the night. Of legend old and in the make, Of braver ones who give and take. The glitter of the strongest mail When always through the dark prevails; Of blade from hardest iron wrought That strikes the wicked as were fought In deep … Continue reading Legend’s Song
Caught
Aiclath stooped as he stepped into his small house, taking in the rough wooden walls and floor, the large fireplace surrounded by stones, the three small beds. His mother was awake, and so was his sister, Asesi, curled up in the warmth of the blankets. Silently, Aiclath handed over the venison to his mother. She … Continue reading Caught
The Zwillings Ch. 2
In which we awaken a miracle, pull a trigger, and discuss the difference between beetles and excretion. The boy looked around, assessing his battleground. Then he nodded at the room of scrambling lab coats and green tint. He raised his freckled arms, revealing two heavy assault rifles, black as wet obsidian. Then justice reigned in … Continue reading The Zwillings Ch. 2
Me
Why am I, why am I, why am I Me? Instead of some rogue on the terrible sea? Instead of a bat, or a girl, or a king? Then again, eons built to get to Me, Girls and boys and queens and kings, So if one thing changed, one simple thing, Would there be Me … Continue reading Me
The Best Recipe
The recipe to make a Me Of sugar you’ll need dump trucks three Two cups of flower and an egg, three decks of cards and a chicken leg. A basketball But that’s not all Nine teaspoons of spice A flamingo and a ton of rice A Lot of beef that’s peppered. A lode of ketchup … Continue reading The Best Recipe
Mourning Magic
This poem is my interpretation of why I am the way I am these days. As I was strolling on my evening promenade, A little boy ran into me, but it seemed he wasn't fazed. I asked him what's the matter, and he said none at all, He said Magic was a troll and had … Continue reading Mourning Magic
The Zwillings Pt. 9
In which we thank some tuna and plan to fly. "Come on!" Hunter bellowed, and with that, she ran after him into the ruins of a city lost to the hands of evil. *** Luitpold jolted awake, and not a second had passed before he felt the pain. Not pain like the sting of salt … Continue reading The Zwillings Pt. 9
How Do I Feel?
This is how I feel, friends. You are good enough friends of mine that I know we can share our opinions like normal people. This Family we are all in cannot exist without diversity. How do I feel about the way things have went? The way that my country has not made a dent In … Continue reading How Do I Feel?
This Is the Day
Yes, this is a poem about Election Day, but it's also about 2020 in general. This is my opinion, and I know that y'all are good enough friends with me that we can share our opinions like rational human beings. Enjoy! This is the day that we waited for. This is the day that we … Continue reading This Is the Day
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