I feel the loss of moving, of course. The loss of friends, and weeknight activities and meetups. I feel the loss of being gone while my neph
Through the Bamboo Doors
To be read as an odd short story about a witch, a trumpeter, a girl, and a baboon.
[The Blanket Pages]
Tomes describing life in the form of awkward poetry.
Existential Crisis
I realized today that I could die today. Or tomorrow. Or whenever. I don’t really know when. AND SO COULD YOU, THE PEOPLE I LIKE. And if I did die, my last few tweets, or facebook posts, or stories, would be the memories people had of me.
The Giant’s Gamble Pt. 30
The companions continue their battle against the ancient blue dragon, Iymrith, alongside their newfound storm giant and frost giant allies.
Groningen
A short poem about my experiences as a new expat living in the city of Groningen, the Netherlands.
The Same Damn Thing
A short poem on the state of our world, the lack of human connection, and our inevitable betrayal of our world due to the selfishness trained into our society.
Going Dutch: Food
Moving to another country can be an interesting transition, especially when even the basic things you were used to, such as the primary language, have changed. There are many culture shocks you can expect when relocating, but the strangeness that became most apparent to me first was FOOD.
I moved with my husband from
The Giant’s Gamble Pt. 29
The companions return King Hekaton to his palace, but after some discussion, agree to help the storm giants fight Iymrith, the ancient blue dragon. With this mission in mind, they travel by airship to the Doom of the Desert, and accidentally spring a trap.
The Giant’s Gamble Pt. 28
The Giant Saviours travel to the Trackless Sea in search of the kidnapped King Hekaton. They search fruitlessly for days before finally finding the society known as The Krakens, and the ship holding the Giant King captive.