Creative Writing Post 1: Stray, Random Poem

I’m usually better for my promises, and I wish I had updated earlier.  In any case, it’s been busy in my corner of the world, and my forms of procrastonation cannot take the form of writing, or else, well, I’ll never stop procrastonating. So I’ll give you two old pieces of writing, and we’ll go from there.

My poetry tends to be an barrage of intense images, which is why I don’t really like writing poetry– it’s usually more about combinations of words and rhythm than it is about “stuff”.

Crimson slate wiped clear

All at once this eternity

Blazes higher and falls. Trounced.

The horizon, never ending,

Marred with deception.

Indulgent, destructive, inert deception.

Star the sky red

Swing forth like sparrows

Myriad shades of lies

Ignite the twilight

Hasten to the jade valences

The last thing to which might be clung

And turn this disillusioned fool.

The short fiction is part of a novella that I wrote. It’s the first of (I think) eight parts. It wants for a bit of research yet, but as a rough bit of writing I’m alright with it.