Ferryman is out and about (*coughfreeifyouSubscribecough*), which means it's time to write something new. Hey, how about that book I've been writing for TWELVE FREAKING YEARS?! Sadly, it still needs work. Unfortunately, I don't know how. It's gotten some good praise, but my frequent reading habits make me wonder if it's too same-old, so I … Continue reading Dear Reader, Will You Tear My Book a New One?
Writing (my stuff)
You Never Read Me (for Suicide Prevention Month)
In honor of Suicide Prevention Month, I wrote the following brief metaphor that summarized my feelings during a time when I was leaning towards suicide. "You Never Read Me" You formed my words and gave me inspiration. You cheered on each stroke of loving creation. But you never read me. You counted my pages and … Continue reading You Never Read Me (for Suicide Prevention Month)
L.A.W.S. A Thinly-Veiled Metaphor for Bad Government
The house looks like Abe Lincoln's death trap. A little log cabin where every log, rod, and stick has been fashioned to a razor point, like a wooden porcupine, laced with flecks of something black and silver. Even the sidewalk is covered in wooden nails jutting out at every angle so that there's only one … Continue reading L.A.W.S. A Thinly-Veiled Metaphor for Bad Government
Hypocrite
Your lips drip poison. You beg for kisses. You whisper behind the back. You yearn for trust. You erect a walls of iron. You cry against my fence. You lurk in the shadow and say that you are strong. You taunt and tease the lion until his cage is opened. You rustle the feathers of … Continue reading Hypocrite
My Drug, My Apathy
Apathy comes to me as a Femme Fatale. Dark and alluring, coy and dangerous. I never invite her in; she's simply there when I walk through the door, lounging across the couch, ventilated light illuminated by the smoke of a long cigarette. She knows she gorgeous, waves of blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, a … Continue reading My Drug, My Apathy
Three Knights, Three Ladies, and Three Dragons
The knights were all as mighty as the title can assume. Each was charred and blackened from the gauntlet to the plume. The ladies, each as lovely as the one that came before, Each of them an archer, their aim and bravery sure. The dragons, they were bloodhounds, monstrous and vile, Salivating steam, and … Continue reading Three Knights, Three Ladies, and Three Dragons
