I loved a girl named Regret once.

It was a long time ago.

So many lifetimes ago.

I was lost when I met her. All my days, what purpose had they ever had? Alone and empty, all I had done was like ash in my mouth; all my efforts had achieved nothing and meant less.

So I had driven out into the country to see the stars. You can’t see the stars properly ( Read more... )

This is an early attempt of mine at poetic prose. I remember it had a nice rhythm to it when I wrote it and called it the Hill of Heart's Ease. I'm pretty sure I got better at this kind of thing later on. I'm trying to set up the habit of posting once weekly at least.

The hill was his place to go.
His place to be alone.
He would sit with his back ( Read more... )

A decade ago I took on a Professional Writing and Editing course that opened me up to a whole wide world to and confirmed my passion for writing.
While I found my preference to be in story telling I did experiment with poetry. Recently I began to look back over some these works and they seemed a fitting start for my Live Journal entries until I get ( Read more... )