Hello hitrecord world! Here is a collection of perhaps not necessarily my best or most well-received work, but work that I think speak about me as a writer. I hope you enjoy :D
Go. (That Guy) - this was something I wrote when I first joined hitrecord, and to this day I'm surprised it still gets love from time to time. I was quite intrigued with the idea of having a character who, at the end of a story, the audience knows little about. I wanted to write something unsettling that brings to the surface ideas about who and how we judge.
The Drowning Song - I put this on here because I thought this was my first real experience with the hitrecord community. It was incredible to watch this turn into something so much more emotional and involved than I thought it would be. As a writing tool, I tend to use cycles and I think this piece exemplifies that the best.
Dirty Corners - Dolphin170 challenged me to write something about a woman who has fallen out of love with her husband but has decided to stay for the well-being of her children. This poem is the 23 year old me writing about what happened to the 11 year old me when my parents got divorced. While completing a challenge, I got to have my own little session of catharsis.
Tooth Fairy Trap - I included this because it's silly and, at my very core, I am silly. SERIOUSLY.
The Lines We Draw (forwards/backwards) - I've been very interested in this collaboration lately and I think it's amazing how multi-dimensional all stories are. This is my favorite of my contributions to the collab.
the silence - You know when you're so far in the zone that everything just spills out of you and at the end you feel a lot of pride about something you've created? that's what this is for me.
Unfinished (a tiny story) - This is my entire life in a few words.
I'm that guy. You know, the one who's on the bus before you get on and still on after you get off, thirty one blocks, eleven stops, and forty five minutes later.
You compare me to ...
Tiny and tempted, the tooth sprite took teeth,
from bitty blameless babes who buried bitey bits beneath
pleasantly puffy pillows on which their pudgy heads did plant,...
They told me that he probably died on impact. I’m glad.
Not that he’s dead, but that it probably didn’t hurt, that he didn't wallow in pain. This is going to sound ...
The one image I will never forget is
legs crossed, knees against her chest
rocking back and forth in a dirty corner of our tiny kitchen.