Holy crap, it’s almost October. This is the reason I avoid lofty New-Year’s-resolution-style goals at the beginning of the year. I am happy to say that I am on pace to meet some of the realistic goals I’ve set for myself. I should exceed my minimum for financial savings this year. My wedding is almost exactly one year away, and we have most of the major plans in place already (thanks mostly to my fiance, but whatever, I helped!). Continue reading NaNoWriMo Returns, and so does my motivation
Waves charge like armies,
Swarming over rocks – hold fast!
A cyclical siege.
I hide behind the words of wisdom of women wiser than I’ll ever be;
Hide behind the veiled revelations of grief,
Hoping no one will notice and try to comfort me.
Because the disguise denies the intimacy,
Of this pain.
To my shame, I admit I crave:
The sadness. The misery. The tears.
Because if my eyes ever clear;
If a smile ever appears;
It’ll feel like a betrayal. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #167 – Thank You – JG
Our music reviews seek to trace the narratives that weave between songs and albums. Check out our Rhythmic Fiction tag for other stories told through music.
I stumbled upon a small rock band from Philly by total accident. One of Hop Along’s newest songs came up on auto-play in a video I had been listening to. The streaming service started playing a Hop Along song right I was about to close the window. Upon hearing a distorted guitar effect, I decided to give this unknown song a listen. A few hours later, I had ordered two copies of Hop Along’s newest album, Painted Shut, for myself and a friend. (The friend had asked me to burn the CD for him, but I prefer to give my money to smaller bands than rip their music. They’ve earned it.)
This is not the first time I have found new music by happy accident, and damn, with the streak I’m on, I hope it’s not the last.
“Sea of Life 4”
So, too, can one soul
Buffet those they encounter
To ripple an age
“A Provisional Narrative”
I lay off reading the new
musical criticism and place
it on top of the beat poet’s
manifesto which lies on top
of the novel in the 21st century Continue reading erikleo – A Provisional Narrative
“Sea of Life 3”
Though a single wave
Pushes and pulls those around,
Another submission from a fellow haiku-er (?), erikleo of All Things Creative
after looking at a galaxy
two million light years distant
I creep into my bed,
next to my sleeping wife
‘In the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man?’ – Joss Whedon
It’s supposed to be so simple. Hero. Someone that saves the day, right? We grow up with these images of chiseled men and women, painted in neon colors, performing impossible tasks of daring and bravery, holding them on high like deities, and with ubiquitous propaganda of soldiers wrapped in the red white and blue, infallible in their willingness to die for their love of country. And so we learn that heroism is all about the big things: Continue reading Concept Art – Captain Hammer Told Me Everyone’s A Hero In Their Own Way
Your future shines so brightly, I can see it from the present.
Iridescent, I guess it can’t be contained by a time frame.
And yet, you remain – skittish, hesitant, concerned –
Worried about wishes and wants when your will will
Take you to your forever.
Because it’s meant to be – certain, fated, destined,
I sense it must be naïve to believe you could see
Guided by your own light; by your own brilliance. Continue reading Color Schemes – Bright – JG