In case there’s anyone who has yet to notice, 2018 is over, and that means 2019 is full of hope and promise… or maybe cynicism, depending on your outlook.
Before I get into my own plans for 2019, I’d like to stick to my now-annual tradition of looking back at our stats here on RSPC for 2018.
Time for some humble number bragging, a.k.a. the Numberbrag! Continue reading 2018 Numberbrag and 2019
A wanderer like me can’t show you the path,
I’m happily lost in the trees.
You said you needed the safety of:
The road traveled before, the one that’s well worn.
I’d accepted that you’ll never abandon ‘the plan’ and let me lead,
So now I can’t believe how you’ve gone astray,
Foot prints and foot trails left every which way,
From my place amongst the leaves,
Your precious plan doesn’t seem,
To lead quite so far away from where I’ll be. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #195 – Lost
Soft blues, new hues of
Old tunes, familiar whispers
Of tragedy befitting fools
Who traverse the beaten path. Continue reading Color Schemes – Regret
Well, week one of my three-week paternity leave is just about done. I’ve been enjoying my time with the little guy, as always. Except today, he spit up all of the formula he had eaten just minutes before, nailing my shirt, his shirt, my pants, and his pants. Then, when I went to change him, he peed all over himself.
Dad. Life. Continue reading Friday Write-Day: Dad Life Returns
Why do I keep doing this?
Fucking lemming lunging over the cliff,
Over and over, it’s never really over,
I think I’m addicted,
To the twisted
Way I hurt myself for you. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #48 – Really
I picked up Caught directly from MLS Weech at his book launch in Glen Burnie, MD. I think that was back in early 2017, so I’m sorry to say it took me a while to get to this one.
So, yeah, in case it’s not clear enough, here’s my disclosure: Weech is a friend. He’s also an imaginative and vivid writer. Spoiler-free review follows. Continue reading Book Review: Caught by MLS Weech
I held back,
And you looked hurt.
I don’t know how this works…
I’m trying to respect your words,
Even when you don’t…
Do you realize that you flirt
With the line between
Hypocrisy and restraint? Continue reading Misplaced Missive #50 – Mixed
I hear the voices,
echoes shifting in and out,
caught between moments.
The rules are simple. Incorporate the following five words, or synonyms of them, in flash fiction or poetry.
Charcoal / Shade / Pale / Wake / Lucid
Here goes my second entry following the Tanka poetic structure.
Ace of Hearts
Hypnotic beats wake,
Emerald eyes captivate.
All becomes lucid –
Riveted by charcoal shades.
The fair draw of coming fate. Continue reading The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Challenge #175 – Take Two