Day One: The Incident

I'm a simple man. And simply put, I enjoy venting my daily musings and confusion through black words on a digital medium. But i've sometimes been told that others enjoy the small pieces of half-witticisms that I throw out every once in a while. So I have come up with a two prong plan: I write to please myself, and anyone who finds this can read to please themselves. From my limited perspective, it's foolproof.

I cannot promise to capture the readers attention with every ill-turned phrase or questionably timed quip, but what I can promise is that I will consistently add small pieces of poetic drivel, longer and less poetic pieces of drivel, and occasionally a piece of all-natural, organic, no-preservatives or pesticides, grass-fed, free-trade, Splenda-free drivel.

To set the standard, I will now make up some sort of semi-rhyming prose for the purpose of my enjoyment (I'm no good at sudoku, this will have to do) and your entertainment.


Slow circles and sleepy descent,
A view from heaven, white to white.
From clouded sky, a tiny present,
And millions more, falling tight.

They lace the ground with grace and form,
And join hands with their neighbor.
The fortunate part of this snowy morn,
Is that the billions of tiny snowflakes will eventually form a thick enough blanket to obscure from public view the obscene word that a disgruntled junior-high student decided to spray paint onto the sidewalk because his parents disallowed him from going to a friend's house.


The moral of this poem is probably something about graffiti. Anyways, I hope that this is the beginning of a uplifting and symbiotic relationship.

Thank you for reading.