It’s funny. This poem was inspired by Lady Caroline Gray, who was a very foolish and unwholesome person, yet in my hands her Gothic pining turned into a sweet, wise acceptance of the Here and Now. When I intend my poems to be light, they burn black, and when I intend blackness, brightness results. Other…
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On Remembrance
Some people can see love. They are called synaesthetes. They are few, very few, but they can see colors and shapes and animations for every word, every voice, every number, everything. “Peace” is a rainbow disk floating above a maple syrup sea. Your voice is vivid yellow with small, fiery rocks floating in…
Update on my Novel
Everyone, I just found a pic of the main character in my novel! But it’s kind of sad. See, I’ve lost interest in my novel’s plot and most of the characters, so I’m probably going to abandon it. I’ll keep the characters I like, but the plot is DEAD to me. I have disowned it….