“I, the moon.” …is this a poem?

And then sometimes, once all the pieces have fallen where they may, I am left with a deep set and desperate desire to come home, To that green, green grass. To that place where mountains touch the sky, And legs disappear amidst a sea of iridescent wildflower, Toes in the brown earth, mud by the…

“I bet you were the worst of them….”

“I bet you were the worst of them….” I’m passionate about how gothic subculture is perceived in society. Similar to racism, sexism and homophobia, we have a learned habit of judging those who don’t look like us or don’t present themselves the same way as us. Just because the subcultures of our youth see beauty…

How to spot a writer

  I wasn’t going to blog again so soon as Starlet Fey was the first real story I had written in a while, but sometimes those moments in life just happen that take you away, entertaining your mind with droplets of inspiration. How to spot a writer. J R Manawa. She’s sitting opposite me on…

How do I get out of this rut? A gothic word.

Have you ever been in a rut? I feel like so many of us have been in this place lately. You know what I mean. It’s not specifically a financial rut, a relationship rut, a job satisfaction rut, a creative rut. Maybe it is a bit of all of theseΒ in someways, and yet, I’m referring…