Get Off

You are a vehicle
that’s all
you are a vehicle and I ride you
I ride, I ride, I ride
and I get off
and you are still a vehicle
just warmer.


Forgotten Things

I half-woke at night’s peak
he stirred me, he must have
and the first thing I felt was the breadth of the sky
and the boldness of each star
hinged there, pridefully in their domain;
I had forgotten they were of the throne

At night’s peak, heaven is widest
so wide that it engulfed the bed
and yet that warmth dragged at me
the warmth of my blood, which in sleep means ‘life’
which I knew once I had been drained of
though was somehow still kept breathing;
I remembered this curious fact at night’s peak
and other forgotten things

But they were not enough
not on their own
to shake me from my warmth
so he willed a timely reminder
an echo that met no walls;
I shuddered, the half-waking now full
and the starlight surged
and in its glow, I saw beneath me not a bed
but dirt.

More changes.

Surprise! I made changes to the blog. Again. I realize I haven’t done anything here in two months, but I guess blogging just isn’t something I’m used to. That being said, I have decided to broaden things a bit. I will be posting poetry on here again, mostly cause I just couldn’t find anywhere else to put them. I have done a fair amount of plotting on the novel, as well, so a progress update is probably in order. Coming soon? Possibly?

My God, I’m bad at this…

See you soon.

My Current Project

It’s a novel, the first of a trilogy. I’ve been working on it for about three years now, and so far have only gotten the first draft done. That and endless months of plotting. I think the reason it’s taking so long is because although I’m writing one book, I’m plotting three. Everything has to flow and connect. It needs time to take shape, and I have no intentions of rushing it.

I would tell you what it’s about, but the plot keeps changing. Every time I think I have it all charted out, I slip into another plot hole. I try to patch those up as they come along – and they come often, sometimes uprooting the whole foundation of the story. At times I wish I could just overlook them, but I don’t think I have it in me. If, in the end, there any gaps, I want to be oblivious to them. As long as I can’t see them, I can move on. But if I spot them, I have to pull the reigns.

What I know for sure, though, is that it’s about a boy, a woman, and a tree – a big tree. The boy has a good heart and the woman good eyes. The tree is sick, so they have to try to heal it. I don’t know if they succeed yet, but I’m off to find out.

See you soon.


Despite being on here for a few years now, I’ve never actually spoken directly to the 36 people who follow this site, so I guess I should start off by saying ‘hi’. Thank you for reading my stuff and making me feel a little less alone.

I’m here to let you know that the site is going to undergo some changes. I’m currently writing a novel (I’ve been writing a novel) and have decided that I want to use this space to document my process, what I learn along the way, and general writing-related things. I’m not sure if I’m going to continue posting poetry here, as I feel I don’t want to mix the two things. But we’ll find a home for them.

Anyways, I hope you stick around, yeah? See you soon.