I rise from my grave. So recently I've been on a bit of a poetry kick and stopped altogether and I wanted to use this little preamble to talk about it. The Song of the Storm King was originally intended to be written as an epic poem, inspired by The Song of Roland. I even referenced it with the "AOI" in … Continue reading Poetry Kick
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Poem: A C I D
I'm going to use my usual preamble space to explain this poem. For some reason, I was suddenly struck with the memory of my High School health where we were learning about acid. They told us about some accounts of people stuck in permanent trips. For whatever reason, this also triggered a memory from when I watched Dead Poets Society. Then I wrote this poem approximately three years ago. I think it's a pretty silly poem.
New Hampshire Gothic: The Deer God
A little something that's been crawling around my brain for a few months now. Feels good to finally have it dislodged. No relation to the game The Deer God.
Waxing Poetic
I wax poetically without any direction on occasion. This latest slew of words can be read as written or in reverse order by line. You can also mix and match the lines to wax poetic yourself.
The Song of the Storm King
A little pet project of mine that I had no intention of sharing with anybody, aside from friends and family. It's a low fantasy story meant to be an epic, a sprawling continuation of events surrounding Garrett the Fox as he struggles to accept the mantle of the Storm King, coming to terms with his depression … Continue reading The Song of the Storm King
Poem: The Fox and The Red Death
Another poem that struck me. The Fox and the Red Death Carrion for the crows, a battle done darkly Boys longing to be men were cut down sharply The Fox with his red pelt, thunder in hand, is a wandering curse, a Pyrrhic victory roaming the land The Great Wolf bays at crows who prey … Continue reading Poem: The Fox and The Red Death
The Storm King: My Anxiety Poem
I have anxiety. Usually I keep it under wraps with little more than that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach cropping up. Sometimes it creeps through as a full body lock-up, making reacting difficult if not impossible. Rarely, like on Tuesday, I get full on panic attacks: hyperventilation, nausea, loss of feeling in … Continue reading The Storm King: My Anxiety Poem
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