A short little holiday themed story I wrote on a similarly dreary morning.
A poem about something we might all have encountered in our lives.
Only slightly inspired by the song I snatched the title from.
A silly thing that popped into my mind one day, born from the question: “What do our pets really think of us humans?”
Another comment on the current season, this time painting a scene, more of a casual observer.
A followup to my IKEA poem, also based roughly on my own experiences.
Seems fitting to use the theme of snow for one of these, considering we’re deep in December now.
One of those ideas that formed as I wrote, this one feels like it could be shaped and developed into some longer work, a novella perhaps.
I vent a bit about my own history as a writer and my insecurities.
Another very personal poem, born from my own inner turmoil and experiences.