Tag: Literature

• To Accede Into My Own Desires.

  Of this night’s eye or insanity that was dissevered, A divine satire loomed of an Iliad one day, that was deemed as dithyrambic.

  May 15, 2022

  Poetry, Prose

  Creative Writing, Death, Free-Verse, God, Gothic, Literature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing

• the Psyche who should have been hit with an arrow at least once. (Draft).

  We talked the Holocaust and the Ukraine on blood-hooks; Putin’s laughing, reversing time yet again. Inside his body: amnesia and via ferrata

  May 7, 2022

  Poetry

  Creative Writing, Fiction, History, Literature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Psychology, Writing

• I made the mistake (of going to a party) (Draft).

  I let her keep the banns, told her I didn’t care what she did with it. She had eyes that hid a body, perhaps

  April 28, 2022

  Poetry, Prose

  Creative Writing, Fiction, Free-Verse, Literature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Social Anxiety, Writing

• bellum omnium contra omnia (Draft).

  pilling, with my favorite lady an eos tread

  April 28, 2022

  Poetry

  Creative Writing, Fiction, Free-Verse, Literature, Love, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing

• see you, see me.

  I see you I hoard your threaded- mulling-overs; playing me into junction, screaming, sighing screaming, sighing

  March 8, 2022

  Poetry, Prose

  Creative Writing, dverse, Fiction, Free-Verse, Literature, Love, Obsession, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing

• Petition to Support Removal of Nesset’s Work From Poetry Magazine.

  I want to acknowledge that the topics mentioned may be triggering. This is a content warning as the following information relates to a convicted pedophile and CSA.

  January 18, 2022

  Poetry

  Kirk Nesset, Literature, Non-Fiction, Petition, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, Poetry Magazine, Story, Writing

• My Eve.

  you wound me A lotus dress with lace of red.

  January 6, 2022

  Poetry

  Creative Writing, Fiction, Free-Verse, Literature, Love, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Romance, Thriller, Writing

• Memories, Never Mine.

  I’m pissed at God, but tell me who has not been, and because I dream, my skull surfs in torrents

  January 5, 2022

  Poetry, Prose

  Anger, Creative Writing, Edge of Humanity, Free-Verse, Literature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing

• Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss (after the sculpture in France).

  psyche-reaped and kissed into a lushed womb where coiling into my lap, she lay

  January 4, 2022

  Poetry

  Creative Writing, dverse, Fiction, Free-Verse, Literature, Love, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Romance, Writing

• Have you?

  Have you ever written a poem that was just… WAY too personal for anyone else to read?

  January 4, 2022

  Poetry

  Creative Writing, Discussion, Literature, Non-Fiction, Personal, Poetry, Prose, Publication, Questions, Writing

• don’t leave in limbo (Draft).

  variegated in singes; touches of her neck and wrist, contused in no promises, only the sprawl of remembrance gets darker

  January 3, 2022

  Poetry, Prose

  Creative Writing, dverse, Free-Verse, Grief, Literature, Love, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing

• In search of a beta reader.

  I’m currently in search of a beta reader or two to help give feedback on my WIP, maybe even hash out ideas.

  January 2, 2022

  Stories/Excerpts

  Beta Reader, Creative Writing, Fiction, LGBTQ, Literature, Manuscript, Reading, Sci-Fi, Story, Thriller, Writing

• Chapter Five of The Obsession.

  In the present moment, she awaited the inevitable. She strayed from Oktavia even more so—to the point the human noticed her odd looks and disappointment; their hands had bumped into each other when trying to reach for the artificial sweetener jar—and Mischa flinched like a fish waiting to be gutted by their captor. In retrospect, however–

  December 31, 2021

  Stories/Excerpts

  Creative Writing, Dystopia, Fantasy, Fiction, Horror, LGBTQ, Literature, Love, Robots, Sci-Fi, Writing

• Letting Eve in (Draft).

  My hero turned out to be a monster, it sinks further in my chest; frail leaves and empty words spill—spill

  December 30, 2021

  Poetry, Prose

  Creative Writing, Experimental, Free-Verse, Identity, Literature, Love, Mental Health, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose-Poetry, Suicide, Writing

• Chapter Four of The Obsession.

  “…I am not even flattering you, she probably just glanced at you and decided what she would feel, like clockwork,” he snapped his fingers. “You need to end this.” “And how do you expect me to do that?” Mischa didn’t dare break away eye contact. Respect was the only thing she had left, if it wasn’t love. “You do it carefully, Koch. Very carefully.”

  December 30, 2021

  Stories/Excerpts

  Creative Writing, Fantasy, Fiction, Horror, LGBTQ, Literature, Love, Sci-Fi, Thriller, Violence, Writing

• Melpomene (Draft).

  her lune, how precise and anticlastic as if each horror you provoked could somehow make me want you

  December 28, 2021

  Poetry, Prose

  Creative Writing, Fiction, Free-Verse, Greek Mythology, Literature, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Tragedy, Writing

• Tom and Lauren vs Zara vs Zargaff (Soundtrack).

  I created a soundtrack for the most brutal scene yet in the ongoing Identify novel collaboration.

  December 28, 2021

  Stories/Excerpts

  Creative Writing, Death, Fiction, Literature, Music, Prose, Sci-Fi, Soundtrack, Story, Writing

• Solicitude (2nd Draft Version).

  like abandoned memories, recalled by my mother like when my grandfather said “I’m going to kill you” while counting money

  December 24, 2021

  Poetry, Prose

  Creative Writing, Death, Free-Verse, Grief, Literature, Love, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing

• it was home to me (Draft).

  with no thread of flowers to plant your feet on, and into morning air at a hotel room remembering that’s what home felt like.

  December 16, 2021

  Poetry, Prose

  Creative Writing, dverse, Free-Verse, Holidays, Literature, Love, Nature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose-Poetry, Stream of consciousness, Writing

• O’ I had bad dreams.

  O I had bad dreams; I was wooded into the sand, lady, I am dead from you all

  December 15, 2021

  Poetry

  Bandmates, Creative Writing, Free-Verse, Literature, Mental Health, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, Writing