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

The evening is getting dark, the forty minutes long. We wait. Four friends, half a dozen cans (not ours), and no plates. We sit aside, the farthest table seats our families. Not one of them eats. A Fast French friendly fidgety man flutters and mutters and brings other people pizza. He always replies with merci … Continue reading Observations/Europeans

this would be a very pop-punk beat with lots of power chords.also this is the cheesiest thing I have ever written Hello Empty City, how have you been?No, you're not alone, however it may seemBut always remember your troubles are never overIt's persevering through them that separates you from a poser Every timeYou know I've … Continue reading PSA