I’d heard about it before, but I never thought I’d need it. I thought that MUSE was for hacks and bores who couldn’t have an original thought with a gun to their heads. But, it seems that I was the biggest bore and the hackiest of hacks, because I had absolutely no clue what to … Continue reading MUSE
Waking Up
I wake up in my bed, and I wake up thoroughly irritated. Why? Because I’ve woken up for, what, the 856,672,105,237,294,132.3rd time now? Seriously, I’m so tired at this point that I’d need a flowchart to keep track of how many times I’ve fallen asleep, woken up, and/or dreamed of doing the above. At this … Continue reading Waking Up
Georgia Gray
Calmly, Georgia Gray drew the needle from her arm. One push on a button, and it withdrew into its little plastic cylinder. Georgia set the needle aside, and reached for the secret drawer in her desk. Her head was already beginning to spin from the drug, so she had to choose quickly if she wanted … Continue reading Georgia Gray
Left-Handed Writing
Left handed, I am not. I write with my right, I type my words and stories right and left, I send my message in every direction. Am I right? Who can say? I can hope that my right writes what's right. On the other hand, sometimes hope just isn't enough. Sometimes it pays to write … Continue reading Left-Handed Writing
The Last Thoughts of Private Peret
what is this where am I dark what’s happening dark where am i silent quiet too quiet unnerving how’d i get here am i dead numb i can’t feel my body i know what bodies are heads shoulders knees and toes knees and toes memory fuzzy but good when did the urinal arrive it was … Continue reading The Last Thoughts of Private Peret
Simple Pleasures: The Battle of the Orange
Battle is eminent, My fingers feeling the bumpy, porous skin know this. The skin is the enemy, my nemesis. Cruel, firm, unyielding, it guards The sweet citrus prize. Battle has begun, My fingers clawing the bumpy, porous skin know this. The surface is difficult to penetrate. I hook a tiny section And draw the first … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: The Battle of the Orange
Simple Pleasures: A Mug of Tea
The Evening I Left
I lie on the pickup truck out in the field, and I gaze at the stars. I hear crickets chirping, and I hear the occasional faint breeze. I’m alone, and I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing. I faintly hear, or rather, don’t hear, the not-sound of my father’s not-voice as … Continue reading The Evening I Left
Echo Poetry: Kubla Khan
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan Con A stately pleasure-dome decree: Me Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Man! Through caverns measureless to man Can Down to a sunless sea. We So twice five miles of fertile ground Pound With walls and towers were girdled round; Hound? And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Thrills … Continue reading Echo Poetry: Kubla Khan
Simple Pleasures: A Walk in the Rain
It’s dark outside today, The clouds are grey and thick with rain That falls, a wall of grey and song. Little drops, so cool and clear, Are little notes that all combine In a symphony of musical noise. It’s lonely outside today, The park is empty and abandoned, There’s no one here, save me The … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: A Walk in the Rain
Carter's Compendium 