hanging out in the cemetery.

to fully embrace today’s creative writing theme i thought it best to go and sit in a cemetery.  to sit amongst the dead; to listen to the whispers of their memories once said. although tonight was rather balmy, not much wind in the air, if one sat long enough, penetrated through the stillness, there was…

idle crushes.

it seems as though a couple of things have become stagnate as of late: my writing and the fleeting crushes that entertain my heart. in old english to idel was to be empty and useless (thanks oxford).  in my life, to idle is to suffer from the stop-start effect: to stop finding creative motivation, to…