creative writing

“What’s this all about?” Trump asked, looking a little concerned. “Donald, you have to understand that things are more complex than what’s on the surface.” “I understand jobs. I understand healthcare.” “I’m sure you do.” “For god sake’s Barack, just tell him!” “Bannon was just playing you, Donald. He’s not your friend. He’s the hand twisting you the wrench, turning the nut of the American people.” “You’re the wrench, Donald.” “Yeah. I think I got it.” Trump’s face drooped like he was just stabbed by a dagger. “No, no, I don’t believe it! Why would he do it? Why would he […]

A Wasteland President, Part 6

Following hot on the heels of this post, I’m going through some of my older posts to uncover some buried gems. I’ve only had this blog for a couple of months, but when I re-read some older posts it seems like years ago (“The Politics Effect?”). Anyway, enough of my pontificating. Cosmic Record Keeping The Sun Made a Promise Patterns of the Sand and the Sea Even press secretaries need love He trips. He soars. Pure ‘N Salty An Arid Man  

Poetry and Amnesia

Blogging feels like “sending products down an assembly line” sometimes. A post has to be similar enough to what came before. Which makes sense for the readers. And it’s not like this is particularly insightful. I’ve written about this before.  But it’s a recurring theme that I find a little frustrating. Sometime frustration with a structure begets that structure. Vigilance towards a pattern can heighten it. “A man who says the same thing twice turns himself into a broken record.”  

Blogs and Capitalist Packaging

A Wasteland President, Part 5 Everything was dark and choked with dust. Donald couldn’t feel where his elbow ended and his tweeting finger began. He groped frantically through the cloud of dust and grabbed something soft. It was a hand. “Easy there, Donald.” Donald grunted and had to be pulled to his feet. When the dust cleared, he recognized the face of Michelle Obama. “Michelle! Lovely to see you again, that’s a tasteful broach.” “I’m not wearing a broach.” “Oh.” An intense silence followed, magnified by the Secret Service agents surrounding her. “Are you alright, Donald?” “Yeah. Just wondering why […]

A Wasteland President, Part 5

“One hundred years?!” Trump repeated himself, fiddling in his pocket for a handkerchief to soak up his forehead sweat. “Looking for your cellphone?” Trump nodded, looking so wronged and so young. “Good news is I have your cellphone!” Trump’s eyes twinkled. “Bad news is it’s practically worthless! AzureStar no longer has employees.” Trump lurched forward. “I’ll talk to ’em. I’ll talk to the CEO.  We’ll create jobs and get out of this mess!” “No one cares about jobs, anymore, Donald. Look around you!” Donald looked around him. One of the orcs was giving him the fish eye. “Could use better […]

A Wasteland President, Part 4

Trump was escorted from the ruins of Mar-a-Lago by a rough-handed orc. The beast reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t quite place it. All he knew was that he wanted to ask it questions, to ask it advice. It was far more attuned to this world than he was, seeing as how the world seemed so different from the one he had known less than three hours ago. “You’ll take me to your leader?” he asked the orc. “Wait, what am I saying? I am your leader.” The orc merely grunted, pulling Trump’s arm so that what was attached […]

A Wasteland President, Part 3

With the heat from the dead Secret Service agent nearly spent, Trump wondered what would come next. He was all alone finally. No one to distract him from what was really important. “I’ll just wait for someone to come along. Yep. That’s the plan.” “But nothing came along” ” Wait, did I say that out loud? Maybe if I talk loudly enough, someone will come. They always do. They have to.” Something that sounded like a car engine came closer.  One wall came crashing down, chunks of debris being unceremoniously flung to forgotten corners. “Are you Trump?” an orcish voice […]

A Wasteland President, Part 2

Not all keys are shaped like keys He found that out the hard way Sometimes they are shaped like medals Not necessarily earned But infallible anyway His entourage waited in the shadows “Only niche journalists would care about them” He thought They waved and smiled dutifully He smiled back when the cameras weren’t looking They weren’t so bad They just needed a little training was all New suits New haircuts New reputations Sometimes the little things Could go a long way

The Keys to a Kingdom (Donald Trump’s Psyche)

It sounds much more dramatic and steeped in history when I put it that way, right? But the Obama administration was embroiled in its own scandal, which eventually led to a damning report by Republicans.  The report criticized the US government’s military response to its diplomatic compound in Benghazi Libya being attacked.  Since Hillary Clinton was the Secretary of State during these events, her competence, as well as that of the Obama administration, was put into question. As far as I’ve understood, there was controversy over the initial narrative given by the Obama administration, that the attacks were spontaneous in nature. […]

Obama and the Benghazi Affair

The moorings of time have eroded Leaving the lump atop his mountain To fight outta obscurity Thomas Cromwell wasn’t made in a fortnight Just ask his successor Pope-fighter and establishment-buster Emperor Vader-Cheney Made imperious by hyphens and self-bestowed titles He defies time in a fractured state Velocity increases, only increasing the torture in that chamber Vader waits, gliding in a circle around the room Known as the “war chamber” Hussein was there Bin Laden too All the forgotten people Waiting to released from the chamber Cheney wants just one more chance That’s all he needs To prove himself to his […]

Stephen “Steve” Bannon–The Forgotten Lump

His lips were stretched into a perfect line Perfect and pious Straight and flawless Pence preens his suit For the inauguration ceremony Maybe a trim is in order Everything has to be “just so” Line up the conspiracy theories They’re important too Save the most poetic lines For a human that’s smooth all over But behind it all Behind the glitter and confetti Stands the shadow of an elephant piercing a lion “Those nutty puppets peddling their theories” Though similar structures can’t be ignored When you place them side by side (Recent Posts) Trump is More Than Just the Man […]

President Pence Steps Off a Tainted Carousel

I’ve thought about this–at least for a couple of minutes. For very obvious reasons, Donald Trump is molasses to the legislative process. Seems to me that this should make Democrats content. Every little infusion of chaos freezes the legislative body, or slows them down to a great degree. While he might have seemed like a pleasant distraction so that the public wouldn’t focus on the Machiavellian legal overhauls such as the Republicans’ version of healthcare (just look at what they’re attempting to do to people with disabilities), he has proven to simply highlight congressional turpitude (I hope I sounded like […]

Donald Trump is legislative molasses–So is Impeachment Really the Answer?

He was a man against time Fiddling with hands that weren’t his Now the clock says “all hands of board” So the ship points to waters twinkling like crystals But the crystals weren’t of the highest quality The ship sails counter-clockwise Then clockwise A historic clock seemed ready to burst To spill its guts Just wait for that last fat gear It’s of excellent craftsmanship Simply beyond reproach  

Donald Trump, A Man Against Time

He’s the man of minute He’s the man of every second Like a trusted confidant, he’s always there when you need him. In my incredibly recent post about blogging, I talked about how many successful blogs seem episodic in nature. Because they are. And Trump is perfect for the little screen. He’s provided the basic framework of his personality. Events are then combined in slightly different ways to give you that quick vaccine of novelty against momentary boredom. “Please inject me with more novelty.” That’s the mindset. Poor impulse control from the entertainer begets poor impulse control from the audience. […]

Trump is More Than Just the Man of the Hour

Green temples polluted the horizon But she couldn’t escape their all-knowing eyes They knew everything there was to know About nature’s grand plan And the likelihood of majesty surviving to fight another minute She floated alongside them Wanting them to disappear and give way to a plain She just wanted flatness The hills only grew taller though Stopping just short of mountain status Golden nuggets surrounding their bases Were the only things that redeemed their existence She collected a few clusters of the golden treasure Sometimes they flickered, as if they were on a timer There was no point in […]

Green Hills Blur Reality

You’re next Until then Just watch and wait See how I take a little off the sides? Ruffle the top Make everything seem youthful and rebellious Bet you can’t wait To see what I can do for you Once you’ve experienced this kind of hospitality You simply can’t go back Why bother with a magazine When you can gaze upon the art of you looking like him? My hands don’t shake I maintain a heartfelt and robust conversation Even the lighting is perfect Just a little more off the top? Sounds good Watch and wait Your time will come via […]

A little more off the top

He seemed to perfectly meld with the shadows A man wrapped in intrigue The boot was a promotion Seen through the eyes of hungry crowd A tumultuous sea was born that day A captain taking his rusty bucket To the center of the seven seas Now peeling skin replaced shadows It was novelty for the warrior The sail swelled at fragmented threats But the captain held onto his hat Marveling at gigantic red feathers Water devils came from all sides He had it covered The cameras came to his heel The lighting was perfect The water sprayed with absolute perfection […]

A Warrior Leaves His Shadows

An image waits Blurry and taunting your mind’s eye It leads to other images They smile, bursting with color Sounds venture onto the stage too Smells want attention and won’t be ignored So everything falls into place Creating scene after scene Sweet A little mysterious even A living man’s rain Is a dead man’s tale Bringing with it a quilt of green And vague voices rising from lushness Everything was better then Hope sung with a blinding sky Nature spoke to a pair of wet socks They flapped in the torrent Not in any hurry to dry out

Unravel, Ball of Yarn

A noble man is lain flat Across the eagle’s crest The olive branches wait To beat on their mystical drums   Something was happening on that great hill More important than a man laced with cholera Or an independent legal eye Or the expense of jet fuel Compared among giants   Velocity was rearing its ugly head A surreal truth coming home to roost Boasting more voices than a certain man And his liver pills   It was hawk vs. eagle The former delivering those voices with courage Motivated by a cannibal Enriched by friends and fallen foes Crossed like […]

Hawk vs. Eagle

Another century of gathering grass Turning all the blades into pretty bundles Though the green sea couldn’t claim domain Other aspects of nature wanted to be grabbed And transformed   For instance rocks, brains, or even tall buildings They clamored for that transformative hand It spun miracles but had veins and flesh As much capacity as any other corporeal thing   The hand didn’t touch stones or walls directly Laws were its tongue and eyes Feeling and tasting in the dark What a noble pastime Above and far beyond The dirt that stung its pupils


The sun reached its apex again Radiating mischief Giving one hell of an effort Civilization deserved that last hoorah A deep yellow disk conjuring fantasies   So why then did everything go dark? It wasn’t death that brought resentment Just the five stolen hours That were spirited away   A magic number faded Paving the way for a new life Since first impressions mattered most  

The Sun Made a Promise

A robe found immortality Wandering the sands at dusk Scanning the horizon for expired vessels   The cemetery was a ways off It waited for new deliveries But the living didn’t care They were celebrating over the vessels That had once been menacing And the robe wanted to erase Those laughing things Even though they proved to be just peculiar   They continued laughing Becoming goblins or other ghoulish sentinels Taking the grains of the desert and hiding them Inside fading laughter   So the robe decided to bide its time Skirting the goblins Appreciating a long life And waiting […]

The Perfect Hiding Place

A Sun smothered lawn Two arms Two hands One head There nature was Being very symmetrical   Symmetry was a force to be reckoned with When one side dragged its heels The other picked up the slack   That fine day was no exception And in a blink all of the symmetrical things came together As amorphous greens and blues Despite the blurriness Symmetry was still seething Beneath it all  


Time had fallen to the Earth’s molten mantle Hibernating but not dead yet   It was very confused though Knocked upside its head Pondering a broken compass   Everything seemed like archeology nowadays Boring excursions into a past Very similar to the present And the compass stayed broken Obscuring all facets of time Making its three heads Giddy artifacts waiting to be uncovered


Don’t mind him He’s just a burden of the people A hellhound bent on removing a pound of flesh Alongside each transgression Purgings are like spring flowers Lovely but they haven’t reached full bloom Those people once used by the all-seeing hand Know not what is being done to them But it hardly matters As civil servants Let their feet hit majestic roads Emptying various bodies Leaving them husks Though, if you think about it Husks can be revitalized for nearly any purpose You can fear the efficiency of tarnished trumpets They were used for one thing Now for the […]

A Land of Opportunity

A ship sailed clear sunny waters Wondering when words would bring it to life again It waited out the sun as it gave way to its orange tired self The words would have to come soon To maintain efficiency The hull was far from rotting The deck bristling with order Or at least pressed uniforms Clipped smiles And stiff salutes Everything was rightly prosperous Even lovely letters did what they were told Transporting themselves to the proper locales At the right time, the perfect hour Meanwhile, the ship sat suspended In a sea of conflicting orders But uniforms saved the […]

Ghost Ship With Mortal Chains

It was youthful spirits this time That disrupted the flow of reality They faltered before Quivered in the early morning light But their counterparts across the ocean Seized the day and the ballot box Amid various abuses People were threaded Through the eyes of needles Reduced in size to make way for “The next thing to sweep the nation” An immortal thing ebbed and flowed Its cup runneth over Except at the square of existence That contained the lake and the church The thing stopped just short of the square Wondering about that strange language Between the church and the […]

Shadows Fall Across the Lake and the Church

Later, then Put off the snowman The agents clutching rolled-up newspapers Especially the phone cords leading to an ivory tower Of course the old man Twirls them about his fingers Rubbing them against beady eyes Pondering betrayal Sensing more ties being severed It was all his fault The man in the fine white palace Ignoring the land where an agent’s shadow Still looms Shame was forbidden among titans But there it was Glittering like sun-drenched snow Later

The Glasses Are Coming Off

Every forest needs a fire To prune the excess A ranger comes down the hill Choking a hose Arcing it heroically The cabin just stood there, aflame No one was screaming within No signs of hysteria Of impending grace They’ll be rewarded in… …But he couldn’t worry about that Hoses could only stretch so far That was a legitimate thing to worry about As the feral flames rose majestically to the sky Maybe the stream would provide solace Stave off grace for a little while And so he went to the river And returned to a husk being consumed by […]

Fire cleanses the ranger

Another minute down Sand still faced timeless structures So it turned to something less intimidating A person thing Not a person A thing He trod on grass Bedewing the green carpet With a mist of his own But dew from a man wasn’t enough Such a thought was hubris That it would be enough He had to try, though To escape from the heartland’s prison Or his own warped version That was mapped onto great plains Sinking into grain silos Rotting cows and the sides of barns Tainting the grass on which he stood Painting the sky a delicious pink […]

A person, a thing

To hell with the bureaucratic bloat! All its members march off like scarecrows To that big roaring fire that is their collective destiny You can see that they are afraid Straw down-turned to inspire pity Don’t be fooled! Even sadness can be Machiavellian Says the dictator At the first sign of weakness They’ll happily come marching back Writing industriously in their offices Gesturing at ghosts And the phones married to them Stamping reports with aplomb Nodding sagely at unheeded air This is the hell that they Would place on you Without so much as a second thought Minimal

Federal Employees/Scarecrows

Something wet he tripped on A little too ripe for his tastes But unavoidable all the same He blamed the words Told them they were wrong Even though the source Was as presidential as they come His counterpart was a tyrant from the future Across the murky world of fish and coral reefs Similar things were said Except one word was slanted too steeply Now He of the Mighty Famine Is exposed Maybe deposed Right before those fatal movements He trips. He soars. Transporting ballistic national pride Above the inspiring waters Controversy

He trips. He soars.