I post a bit of everything, poetry, ramblings, short fiction, novel sections, in my blog, An Arguable Truth, easily arguably, too much. I keep up with the Journal-Writing page to aggregate and find a place for pieces as I shed them from the archive. It’s also a neat space to post older work, bits of novels, short fiction, ancient journal entries, scribbles from the margins of wire spiraled college notebooks, anything really. I do this because A I enjoy the work, I love each and every form of stories. And B, well, nothings coming to me. Thanks for reading!
Select a passage and reflect upon it as a reader. from Forever-Open: “Churches are vessels for memories. God, not so regularly. You get to the afterlife looking for a house of worship, you’ll probably be handed a hammer and nails. We have no evidence whatsoever to believe a divine current running throughout the universe has…
Home doesn’t really exist for men like me.
Too many nights wrapped up tight in backpacks.
Too fond of the percussive collaboration between
A walking stick and my two let loose feet
Against an angsty planet. I’m wasted.
I’ve wasted every bit of attachment potential on the people who I love