Friday, June 11, 2010

Something else...

I completed a couple short stories this week and don't know what to do with them. I kind of want to make them into an online comic, but they're kind of naughty and I don't know how much time I want to spend drawing the characters, etc. I'll probably see what I come up with tonight, but previously while attempting to draw them I've been disappointed in how it turned out.

So here's another poem, this one doesn't have a title:

calm and grace
what dream-like state is this?
the only resemblance
breath and mortality
captured in the mirror
among strobes of motion
beams of life
frozen in motion
captured in refraction
the beauty

and now for something completely different:


The Pittsburgh show is at the Rex Theater and ages 17+

Saturday, June 5, 2010

High School Vintage Poetry #1

I've been slacking off here, so I'm going to torture myself a little by posting a poem that I found in a notebook from High School... so, it was probably written over ten years ago.
Admittedly I've been annoyed with scooting pictures around between my network drive, laptop, image hosting sites, to the blog, so there's the delay. And I've been a bit busy with family stuff, the True Blood Ultimate Fan Experience, and I actually finished writing a short story this week. If you noticed the top right of this page there's info on the Project Pitchfork and Ayria tour, so clicky and check that out. There's a venue change in Pittsburgh, it will be at the Rex Theater, not Fate Lounge, and ages 17+ instead of 21+.


I feel you,
under my skin
my pulse within
like a worm.
Wiggling under my finger.
My thoughts,
my blades linger.
Needles to stick me,
life's cruel trickery;
All the same.
Stupid games.
Why do I care?
You’re squirming
and affirming
my existence...
down my arms.
I could make you die,
end your stupid moving.
Why do you still beat?