NaPoWriMo – Day 14

Scream louder cat! Scream louder and get more food than chew on the sponge and the wooden spoon to devour more delicious molecules. Delicious, delicious molecules. Scream louder. For I am cat. Steal the milk straight from the glass and scream about biscuits and lick all the bowls just in …

NaPoWriMo – Day 12

We all have broken fragments of the world within ourselves shards and slivers of lives lost pressed into our hearts. We carry them as they bleed out into the reality we’re holding together with fragile support our fingers raw and aching by time we die, pieces spilt across the floor, …

NaPoWriMo – Day 9

Every movement of my mind, every shift of my senses aches. It’s been taken from me every molecule of madness gone. I had more, had something but I let it slip away somehow. The reasons are elusive so I’ll never really know why. r.l.w NaPoWriMo – Day 9

NaPoWriMo – Day 8

I write poetry late at night in broken verse with broken words without any source of light. I write poetry in the middle of the day scribbled on scrap paper because I’ve something to say. I write poetry you’ll never read keeping the worst lines to myself every dark secret …

OCD: Weird Forks

Something I can’t really explain is my aversion to using weird looking forks. It’s definitely an OCD thing. I have a lot of weird looking forks too so we’re at the point now where my wife will actually ask me if the fork is acceptable. At one point she wanted …