Don’t click away yet! I promise, these are still creative works – screenplays, novel excerpts, the like. Mostly. But they are also essays, pieces that explain some things that I think are important to work through. Think of it as a compendium of my mind when it is forced to speak plainly and directly…*gags*. If you had any strange reason to know me better, or just want to cancel me before I even get started, your ammo is probably in here. Otherwise, I’m just keeping my thoughts straight. I think.
Muted
In the years of my youth I was acquainted with a boy who could not, or would not, speak. His facial expressions were the closest thing to a language, through which I understood him in flourishing gestures, though even then there were more than two ways to interpret a mere…
A Diary-Type Record
Entry I I write inside this journalAs a record of my thoughts –To keep my mind set uponWhat is my chosen lot –But often that mind wanders,Far more lost than found –At least, that’s what I think,Since thinking’s not profound –Rather, how the thoughtLinks with realityAnd forms a complex bindBetween…
The Artless Death of Linguistics
All of us love to hear our own voices. And, if we had the choice, our voices might be the only thing we’d like to hear day in and day out, even if it didn’t come from us. I will be the first to admit that I like to listen…
A Plane Conversation
“Hey, you! Yeah, you! Nice to see a fellow Nihilist, among all these screaming idiots.” “Huh?…Oh, um…What makes you say that?” “All things considering, how calm you are. But I can also see a hint of resignation in your eyes… the kind of resignation I’m familiar with.” “Sorry, but no,…
Raindrops on Rooftops
Whenever I feel sick, standing in the rain seems to be the best thing. Normally this seems counterintuitive, but, if you happened to pass me by, ask why, close to midnight on a Wednesday in the middle of a heavy shower, I am looming about in the courtyard like some…
Saturday Night Romp
“What for?” “Well, see, I can write with music blaring, but, um, I can’t do that while reading. It’s homework. With any noise at all, in fact. I’m really sorry.” “Oh, no, yeah. No problem.” And with that the door closes and I am all alone.Finally, for crying out loud.…
The Connorfucian Introjects
The joke’s not funny if I have to explain it, even though I ought to. I. The Duke Doclear presented Master Connorfucius with a predicament: His tenants demanded higher wages for less work, but the Duke could not oblige without subtracting from his own savings. The Master pondered his tone,…
Akihabara
2:53 AM. A time when most boys would be asleep, ought to be asleep. But not he. Not this boy. Ever vigilant, ever working, the ligaments threaded through his wrist to the tips of his fingers straining away into the break of dawn. Skin crying, salt blinding his dark, blank…
Morning's Early Dark 