Over the past few weeks, I've started posting poetry on Instagram.
Instagram Poetry Experiment
Tag: amateur
“Are You My Agent?”
A satire of the querying process, inspired by the children's classic Are You My Mother?
Distance – The Book Version
A poem about anxiety & loneliness.
The Haunted Man
In the genre of recounting horrors There’s nothing sacred in invention. Though corny, gory, trite, or tasteless, The sell-out beats the solemn mention Of those unlucky rendezvous The storyteller knows are true And are of our own dimension. When first I spoke my story, as a salesman, The intention capped at provocation, For conversations persuading … Continue reading The Haunted Man
Ghost of a Kung Pao Chicken – Part 1
I'm a server at an Americanized Chinese restaurant. This is based on real experiences: The news confirmed the first local cases on a Tuesday evening, but Nel and Caroline read the news on Wednesday. Nel’s fingers throbbed from the wrong weight of bowling ball as his phone buzzed relentlessly with message after panicked message until … Continue reading Ghost of a Kung Pao Chicken – Part 1
Daniel Up At Night
Daniel expected to be murdered someday. It happened to half of the characters in the movies And at least one person per episode on TV. As Daniel explored more chapter books during his class’s “silent reading time,” He found that some character always died at some point. After school, those books rarely made it out … Continue reading Daniel Up At Night
Daniel Walking Alone
Daniel took a walk everyday because playing in his room became lonely. He wove from the east end of town to the south, From the north end of town to the west, Wearing blue jeans in the summer Because his only shorts were too large and had no pockets, And in shorts, the socks he … Continue reading Daniel Walking Alone
Daniel of Corsica
Daniel was a quiet boy, because talking got him hurt. He knew how much the teachers hated to hear him speak. He spoke at the wrong times. He spoke at the wrong volume. He spoke to the wrong people. He spoke of the wrong things. Daniel scribbled and scratched and filled his notebooks. “Look at … Continue reading Daniel of Corsica
Earl at the Far Side of Space
Past home and shore and sea and stars Beyond our hope of owning Mars, Past planetary fashioned forms Where stars are cold and ice is warm, There lives someone whose name is Earl. Earl is not man. Earl is not girl. Earl is not light and is not sound But large enough to strip both … Continue reading Earl at the Far Side of Space
New Hill Lane – Beginning a Story with a Place
I wrote this recently as the possible opening for an untitled orphanage project that I've otherwise shelved, but it's a perfect example of one of my favorite ways to commence and build a story: beginning with a setting. Please enjoy! New Hill Lane never grew used to the attention. Jutting from the apex of a … Continue reading New Hill Lane – Beginning a Story with a Place
The Favoring Wind 