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Waiting on Returns

Creator Journals 9/15/25 I don’t feel like writing today. I’m kind of depressed. I went for a walk with my wife and got some boba tea. That made me feel just a little bit more like writing. I revised a few pages and added a new scene, but that’s enough for today. I think I’mContinue reading “Waiting on Returns”

Still Warm

It’s gray out But the warm sun blasts through the ceiling of clouds Filling my body with Essential heat Vitamins And a means to alchemically produce Happiness In material form But we long for the dark So that we can peer down empty streets with Lightless eyes And claim that we see the world forContinue reading “Still Warm”

Creator Journals 6/8/25

The headaches are hunting me like a shark hunting blood.I must hide from them. I can’t stay here long, here in the written word, or they’ll settle on my location and perch in my skull. Lately the idea of marketing and interacting with other writers to build connections feels very exhausting. Sometimes my energy isContinue reading “Creator Journals 6/8/25”

Creator Journals 5/30/25

Today I don’t even feel like thinking about writing. I still did it, but after this blog post I’m not going to think about it at all. I wish I could stop writing for like a whole week, but I think I’d lose too much momentum. I think I’ll at least take a short breakContinue reading “Creator Journals 5/30/25”

Creator Journals 5/28/25

There is a man hammering something in the room next to me. It is literally impossible to write. Loud noise completely disables me. I’ve tried forcing myself to write with music on in order to become stronger, but it can still be very difficult. My attention flickers like a flame. It can be hard toContinue reading “Creator Journals 5/28/25”

WD 159 “This Was Home”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. This Was Home The first syllable rises from my tongue As I twist it in a knot Evoke There are frogs singing in the darkness behind my house and Today of all days, the day of my unmaking You came in to my castle, broke theContinue reading “WD 159 “This Was Home””

WD 98 “Keeper”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Keeper I am the keeper of minutes in- An alliance of bones. Forger of fate A stage to perform a great dance We are backstage, pulling the strings But this is all there is A performance of pantomime in an arena of silence, trying to passContinue reading “WD 98 “Keeper””

WD 77 “Go Back to Sleep”

A verse inscribed in fire and light. Go Back To Sleep Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed fromContinue reading “WD 77 “Go Back to Sleep””

WD 74 “Blinking Eye”

A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Blinking Eye I’m in motion Back arched Constantly swaying with the movement of the wind Pulled into a black hole, as everything dances Toward the center of the drain And I’m a fly with wet wings spiraling When there’s no hand to hold to keep meContinue reading “WD 74 “Blinking Eye””