This is a story of possible alternate world, sleeping meds, and insomnia “It’s sleep paralysis. I Googled it,” I said. “I value your internet skills, but remember I am the doctor,” Dr. Smythe told me dryly. I got the impression he was mocking my self-researching abilities. “I’m just saying, sounds like it to me.” Dr.… Continue reading A short: Dreamscape
We had a cold Spring here, but this poem I wrote last year. Spring in the air A chill Spring in the air, I took a deep breath in. A fine misting of snow in my hair, Last years ruins, new to begin. Snow melted to the ground, peace not broken… Continue reading Poem: Spring in the air
A little migraine poetry for you guys.
The line is about chronic pain and suicidal ideation that comes with it. That is the line... thoughts of suicide. I wrote it after I wasn't having problems with it anymore. When I could think about it more clearly than being so sunk in it. The line When the lightning lit Snaking the pain through… Continue reading Poem: The line
I have a migraine poem for you guys today. Wrote when I was having a migraine, which isn't that astonishing as I get them practically every day. I Tried Butterbur and Pie I tried ice And everything nice. I tried magnesium oil And a hat of aluminum foil. I tried every supplement known to… Continue reading Poem: I Tried Butterbur and Pie
I dreamed I dreamed of escape, From a life of pain. The limitations and the shape Of a life I couldn’t sustain From a life of pain, How far could I flee from me? The limitations and the shape, Of my soul taunting all I foresee. How far could I flee from me? The limitations… Continue reading Poem: I dreamed
Prompt Kittens, pizza, saltine crackers, telepathy, a radio contest, magic, a six-pack of beer, and existential angst. The kittens in the box were making quite the noise for kittens. Sounded like I was starving them, but I wasn’t. I bought Fancy Feast for rioting little furballs. Fancy Feast. I could have bought something dull and… Continue reading A short: Telepathy and pizza
Writing Prompts that don't suck: Story must include a unicorn hunter, a planet inhabited entirely by cats, a glitter gun. Meow? "This is clearly the wrong world, Lawrence," Eva said crossly as she pulled a climbing kitten from her leg and put it on the ground. They were in an empty city. An apocalypse world… Continue reading A short: Guns and Unicorns