the world narrows down to a mess of straight lines. everything is neat in its place. every box is neatly labelled, tucked away for future reference. in place of a whirlwind, there's a series of linear progressions. they tell some story, somehow. viewers are never sure what the story is, but they know it's there. and… Continue reading conquer



Flash Fiction July, 14 The bag of paint tubes rustles in my hand, a second bag with brushes and primer and varnish rattling on my wrist as I scrabble for the key. I've finally paid off the apartment, and I get to redecorate the entire place to my liking now. It's beautiful, but always been… Continue reading Abstraction

Creation Becomes Chaos

Flash Fiction July, 6 She begins chaos one wintry morning. It's derived from boredom more than anything else, and it's a tribute to how much else she has tried to do and failed, seeking amusement as she always does. It begins not with a bang but with a whimper, a story of someone digging the… Continue reading Creation Becomes Chaos

poetry 101 rehab: deliberation

here, mademoiselle, a row of masks - all designed to your specifications. (one to hide calm; three to hide chaos - four to demonstrate apathy) wait - monsieur - where is the chaos i requested? -my last briefing, at its most detailed had a description of madness. ah, you do not see it - i… Continue reading poetry 101 rehab: deliberation


the figure is placed in prominent position. she stands, tall and calm - there is no startling her. (yell; scream; brush by her _ she has already checked out) (she's still present though. look long enough, you will see her flicker.) steer close of contact though; she has glass for bones, silk for a frame.… Continue reading brittle

NaPoWriMo 28 (stolen from creation)

dance in a tempest: glass, glittering in the air. suspended then falling. clatter of broken items breaking (further) is so deafening. -and darling, this isn't a break you can unbreak. if you are not careful, you may end up rebreaking it. windows, blown inwards - diamond shower, cursed with red and purple. breathe me in, cast… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 28 (stolen from creation)

NaPoWriMo 17 (disaster)

after year two, you proclaimed it a disaster. lit a new candle like you expected it to be a baptism. wax melted as the candle burned down, spilling and drying up. disaster, again, and extinguished the flame. girl dressed in ragged white, halo of hair obscuring features; disaster, you called her. (no time to deal… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 17 (disaster)