Skip to main content

Posts

Featured

Porcups

  A rolling porcupine swooped and fell into a pit - a hunter's trap that wasn't laid out for it. The hunter took pity, on his unintended prey and stretched out a rope, So that climb back out it may. The porcupine cried out: Come what may! This prison is your doing, and in it I will lay.

Latest posts

XXI

A letter to the broken-hearted dregs at the bottom of everyone's attention; I promise this won't solve your problems.

Macbeth

Prisons and record labels?

DFW - musings

A lure for fools. A sign for the meek.

XXI

Get out of the ecosystem echo-chambers

Haunting Grey (in broken meter)

Emily would be embarrassed