Someone’s posting? What! OMG.
I, Wheeler, detail life changes and big moves. Across the world.
Continue Reading Add comment February 22nd, 2009
The old Record player sparks up once again
Well, Well, Well, Noisyroom, it has been too long.
Continue Reading 2 comments May 6th, 2008
We are not human….
We will hide in rooms
of corpses in clear coffins;
our names carved into every surface,
our fortunes told in fish eyes
and sharks’ teeth.
We are frogs in formaldehyde,
puffed up like tear-stained faces,
motel pillows;
we are jellyfish in jars,
hanging like bleached willows;
tangled tentacles dangle, flaccid,
and spectres of the Pacific
will not stir us.
In the mother-of-pearl,
in the birds of paradise,
in the ribcages and tortoiseshells,
we linger, petrified,
and do not hope to be unearthed.
Now we stand like stick figures
pinned to twilight
as orange and blue hesitate in the sky;
starlings swarm across the stuttered sunset,
bubbling and breaking, meandering and mingling;
a sentient storm that plummets to the horizon
and rises on an unseen current.
In that paradise of half-light,
we wait and pretend
that you and I can stay undecided
and time moves on without us.
Add comment April 5th, 2008
Of time.
Add comment December 29th, 2007
There’s no room in this country for old men.
A dream…
Continue Reading 1 comment December 28th, 2007
Cthulhu For President
Short story. Tell me what you think please.
Continue Reading 2 comments November 5th, 2007
The Newest Poem
Tell me what you think. I’ve already got feedback from my creative writing class, so now I ask you, humble Noisyroom Readers, to critique “The Game (was) Afoot” Draft 2.
Continue Reading Add comment October 18th, 2007
Two bad dreams and free coffee
A short post, a no-bueno post. A disheartening post. And two very short bad-dreams. I hope to remove as much off of my chest as a < insert fat joke here>
Continue Reading 1 comment October 14th, 2007