The Black Dog Learns to Read
Freeform poetry from the introspective collection, black dog, that runs with a folkloric figure that is often associated with misfortune and used as a metaphor for depression.
Nothing Else Matters chapter 12
Chapter 12: The Hanged Man Rex handed me a bottle of water. He’d chilled it in the freezer for a few minutes, and it was ice cold. In his left hand, he held another bottle, similarly chilled, meant for himself. Grateful, I held the bottle up, and...
My dad is dead (revised)
I don't know if I miss him or not. Did I really know him? What was I for him? Was I his redemption? Did I really care about him or was my relation to him just selfishness? I wonder if it is supposed to feel like in normal families. My dad was an...
The Black Dog Swallows the Light
Freeform poetry from the introspective collection, black dog, that runs with a folkloric figure that is often associated with misfortune and used as a metaphor for depression.
The Beauty of Love, Year Three
She paid for her introspection when the clumsy kragga bowled into her, knocking her flat, and then toppled over onto her, nearly crushing her with his bulk.
An Ordinary Week: Denouement Part II
"hmmm... maybe i should try a little introspective thinking sometime." eva purred. "it seems to be getting results."
Black Dog Kintsugi
Freeform poetry from the introspective collection, black dog, that runs with a folkloric figure that is often associated with misfortune and used as a metaphor for depression.
What I'm Telling Myself
A smile can be more than just the means to convey happiness. At the end of the day, it can be a lot of things beyond the conveyance of emotion. Some people smile because they're happy. For me, it's hard to remember the last time I did that. My smile...
The Black Dog Chases Foxes
Freeform poetry from the introspective collection, black dog, that runs with a folkloric figure that is often associated with misfortune and used as a metaphor for depression.
My Dad Is Dead
My dad is dead... I feel so strange. I don't know if I miss him or not. Were we really special for each other? What was I for him? Was I his redemption? Did he really mean anything to me? I wonder if it is supposed to feel like...
The Moonweaver Chronicles-Epilogue
Things grew quiet for a moment and, i suppose, to match that, i grew rather introspective. up until now, i had never really taken much time to drink in the scenery.
Transgressions
My transgressions move me through the chaos that is the world I grow and move in and out on a daily basis of which there is no end of struggles and happiness and falls are a common place where my ancestors have gotten up and kept going if only to hit...