To anyone who'll read this, I'm sitting here next to my bookcase full of unread books, looking up and down at it while the inevitable looms in the back of my mind. It's no wonder I have anxiety. There's not enough time. Not enough time to play all of the video games all the way... Continue Reading →

Podcast: Fiction

From the time I learned how to read, I’ve always read fiction. I could get lost in Wonderland or Hogwarts, just by opening up a book. The simple stumble into a couple hundred pages could result in many hours, or even days, spent entwined in the content between the cover pages. Yet, one of the... Continue Reading →

Writing as a Metaphor

Writing is an art.  As Lakoff and Johnson state in Metaphors We  Live By, life, in general, is a concept. It's a concept that we cannot understand because it is not obvious (Lakoff). However, it's up to us on how we choose to live that concept. Sure, it's easy to dissect and evaluate your own life,... Continue Reading →

Baby blue eyes, sitting on my lap, how do you stay, when I move my legs? I'll set you on the floor, because my limbs fall asleep, but you still come back. Is it love? Do you just, want my chair? Mama cat, Oh, Mama cat, I don't understand. I'll always appreciate, your little claws. Especially... Continue Reading →

If you like books, cliche rhyming poems that don't rhyme throughout the whole thing, or if you just want to take a gander, check this out!

Yet, another poem. That's a little bit more personal than the last.

My brains been reeling and I had to let something out before I exploded.

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