An autobiography Barbara was a barnacle —clingy,sticky,unwilling to get moving.She sat and she stewed andgrew rough around her edges,stuck stubborn amidst high tidesand searing raysand sea storms that blustered for days.She was drowning but her glue didn’t give,howling with the blue of each vicious wave,and in the calm bits,she slouched and stared,daydreamed of fresh waterways.
I’ve been in a months-long creative slump so I’m having a crack at a creative challenge called Alphabet Superset in hopes of getting over it. The plan is to write a silly little animal-themed poem for every silly little letter of the alphabet. Thanks for watching! Transcript and image credits >
I’m writing the things and posting the things but I’m not shouting about them here because I keep forgetting, so here’s a frantic rundown of some of the latest nonsense I’ve produced: Don’t Tell Suicidal People They Are Loved (actually not nonsense, but a very thoughtful and carefully crafted article about how to help people […]
Hello… it’s been a while! I had a weird year in 2022 (divorce, moving house, immense amounts of social anxiety, a healthy dollop of depression) so I haven’t posted here in quite some time. However, I have been forcing my presence upon the internet in other places, chiefly Medium where I’ve penned such ‘hit’ articles […]
And so the ritual begins. Small humans roam the streets, all hyped up on the kinds of treats that big humans typically ration for the purpose of bribery. Humiliating outfits are abound, comprised of old rags, plastic sacks, enormous white sheets, obnoxiously large, wide-brimmed hats, and an array of peculiar masks which make humans look […]
I guess you could say I went out with a bang. There was certainly a sickening thud as my body made contact with the car bonnet. But actually, other than those final few seconds before everything went black, the last day of my life was unbearably dull. I ate a cheese and pickle sandwich for […]