Look down. Imagine what's 20 feet beneath you. Someone else's bedroom? The underside of a bridge? Maybe an animal den. Probably all of those things. A red panda's hammock, hanging from bridge girders. You'd have to wreck your schedule to find out for sure. Beg the cops to let you clamber down there and take a look.... Continue Reading →
Practice Poems #2 – Furious Puppetspeak
No idea if it'll become a trend, but I like ending the week with a poem. Let's jump right into it. ~~~ There are places beyond the walls. Rooms you've never seen, full of voices you've never heard. They're so close to being familiar. Furious puppetspeak, rattling just across the street. Down the road. Even if you tried,... Continue Reading →
Practice Poems #1 – Silent Godsong
Disclaimer: I am . . . not a poet. Still, a friend suggested that I try poetry as a means of refreshing my prose, which sounded like an awesome idea. Of course, as I do with almost everything these days, I thought I'd share my first practice poem here. At most, expect to get a... Continue Reading →
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