One day soon, she and the swarm would be one.
~this week’s poems~
. . . I wondered how my thin skin got so crowded inside . . .
A whirlpool of crows swirls above, justifying our murderousness
. . . sepia nostalgia
Hell is regret.
my graveyard is painted in shades of irony
I’ve never really wanted to write a trilogy. It almost seems like an epidemic amongst indie writers. Whatever I want to say, I want to express it in one single, powerful volume. Each of my books is definitive, and requires no follow-up or sequel, which is what I prefer. And yet, as I was writingContinue reading “Apocalypse Trilogy”
I should really update my Goodreads profile. I remember I signed up years and years ago. I’m not sure I’d even put out Decline yet. I can’t recall. But obviously it makes sense to have an updated profile on popular platforms. Speaking of which, I keep meaning to write more of these blog posts forContinue reading “Buzzing Fluorescence”
My demographic can worry about a lot of shit (i.e. “first-world problems”). I’m exhibit A there. It’s good to have some perspective sometimes so one doesn’t get TOO deeply mired in this shit-filled swamp (where I live, of course), but at the same time, it reminds me of a basketball saying (or any sport, IContinue reading “Perspective”