Non-Fiction

Poetry. Hopefully some good!

Reflections of the past, realities of the present, and hopes for the future. These aren't prompts, and anything could wind up here, from poetry to monologues. It's all about words, and the forms they lead us to.

Pieces combining sections of prose and poetry

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Dear, Grocery Shoppers is a journal kept by Aaron Stone and his husband, Noah Fields. Here, they speak about nuances, moments of self-reflection, and just silly experiences that these two men can't help but make fun of. No matter the cost to their morality and reputation, Aaron and Noah love to turn anything and everything into a laughable moment. As they work in common retail jobs, they are here to instruct the masses on proper store etiquette through comedy. There will be consumer stupidity, nonsense from co-workers, and, worst of all...Karens.

The location? A science fiction convention outside of Baltimore, circa 1980. Our little group attended all the local conventions and there were a lot of really fun times. Some people would say unusual times, I'd go with different since it wasn't at all unusual to us. Come along and get into my head as I recount some of our adventures at this fateful Balticon.

This is a collection of my short non-fiction pieces.

It's mostly lightweight stuff, just written to make you smile or laugh.

This collection parallels that of my short fiction on this site -- Circumstances. Also, pretty lightweight.

Enjoy.

A new place to express my thoughts through the power of words. They can be about me, or the world we live in.

Writers make mistakes, especially when writing quickly. Students make mistakes, even when writing slowly. Students writing quickly often make lots of mistakes, and they get unintentionally funny. Here are some of them.

In Germany, it appears there's a whole cult that collects these. In America, we largely have the popular British book Eats Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss. This collection follows both of those.

A friendly caution: A little of these goes a long way, so don't try to read them all at once. They get less funny. Very less funny. Far less funny. Oh so less funny. You were warned.

What you'll find here are words of warmth, memories that make me smile, and observations worthy of noting. May they amuse, touch, or inspire you.

This story is autobiographical in nature, but I have made some modifications to protect the identities of those included in it. All the names have been changed, and in some cases things such as gender, locations, and sometimes familial compositions have been altered.

All that being said, this is MY truth, and it's time I released it so that I'm free to create from a place other than brokenness and sadness.

This will be dark, but there are spots of light in the great black. No void is truly empty when one gazes into it. The light from our eyes illuminates more than we realize.

~Samuel

I am dealing with chronic depression and panic attacks. This is my journey to try to make sense of it all.

This is a story written in 300 letters.

Letters, that I wrote in a tiny prison cell to someone, who used to be my boyfriend.

These letters have never been sent.

This is my story of finding the light in the darkest of places.

Rigby, impossibly innocent, swaps suffocating middle-class New Zealand for love and liberation in nineteen-sixties London. Revelling in the freedom granted by anonymity, he becomes an actor, stripper, rent boy, teacher and resolute seeker of new experiences while living and travelling in Europe, North Africa and the Middle East, when travellers were uncommon.

{A year ago I posted several chapters, then stopped because I needed to make a few changes. Apologies to those who began reading, only to have it rudely terminated.

Spelling throughout is English English.}

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Little bits of me.

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