The Mocking Ore

Streaking stripes arrest my gaze. They lie stagnant; motionless; silent. Bleached blocks fill their chasms with void space. Tall walls of brick build boundaries to contain the great nothing. Triplet tunnels table-torn mine relief from The Mocking Ore. “Fill me. Fight me! Leave me or line me. Stain me. Sign me. Flee me or find thee!” -this is the tone that…

A Few Good Flaws

Today as I was walking to class, I had this thought: I don’t blog enough. Everyone that I have spoken to enjoys my blog and the topics that I discuss. In fact, my readers often ask me to post more and question me relentlessly about when I will write again. I can no longer use…

What to write about…

This usually doesn’t happen. I typically have tons of subjects that I could write about at any given time. Today, that is not so. I don’t have anything to write about… Not only do I not have anything to write about, I don’t even want to write about anything. I think I might not have…