Tag: writing
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.15.25
Returned from a weekend away from my place of residence to find the cornfields no longer, replaced by tractor treaded mud and browning, drying, fading stumps of former stalks. The cycle continues. Dead until born again.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.8.25
Someone called me a walking autumn, earlier today. I wonder if she can see all my impending decay. Aesthetic, though it might be. And the cooler air is better for breathing, even when stalled in bouts of mild hyperventilating, from time to time.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.18.25
Felt like fall this morning, just a bit. So, the windows were all raised when I returned to the crypt, after another graveyard shift. Hoping, that some of the demons and malevolent spirits lingering about might find their exit. To go be free. Curse lifted, and such. Or at least go bother someone else, for…
