By the Spread of the Table

I attended a creative writing workshop this past Wednesday, and this poem came over me after staring at a rather morbid picture prompt:   By the spread of the table And the thorn on my chair The clawing of conscience I do not dare Partake of this grisly feast, This ghoulish delight; To say that…

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I’m Baaack

Last week's post was dismal...I assume. I can't quite remember it and won't be refreshing that memory. So, let's just say I was glum and sick and...okay, we'll I'm still sick, but the point is that I have lost the point. And without a point, one can easily lose the thread of what I am…

Panic! at the Desk–Oh

Last week, I posted a fictitious tale that held a kernel of truth in it's sun-stretched palms. This week, friends, I am going to share some cold, hard truths.... Several things in life are certain: Death (? - maybe? I believe in the Rapture, so I don't know if I'll die...fun thought, huh?) Taxes *cough*…

I Am Invention

(First published on Medium) From tongue, to ear, to pen, to page: I spun a story. Not any old bit of gossip and tale, mind, but such a fat piece of news, it was beyond my self-control to let it starve in the cold, cruel dark. The particulars of such a piece of news, in…

Before the Year’s Out…

Before we close the curtain on 2016--and good riddance! This year has been a nuisance--there are several things I'd like to accomplish. They are as follows (aren't I all hoity-toity?): Write 10,000 more words on the "goblets novel." Participate in NaNoWriMo, writing at least 50,000 words on the circus freaks novel Survive the rest of my…