The AM Intrigue

Tag: writing

  • The magic is in the gaps

    The magic is in the gaps

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    Ha! There’s a pile of anxiety-related books on my coffee table waiting to be read. I am currently reading the Selected Stories of Robert Walser and it is very good – in fact, it’s one of the best books I’ve read in a while (it was recommended to me by the clerk of a communist…

  • Hope at the End of the World #3

    Hope at the End of the World #3

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    Like the beacon of Amon Dîn Hope is kindled Or the straining of a voice In a concert-exhausted throat Hope lies in the proles, In people coming together, Uniting as a community Their mutual love blossoming Into something far greater Than the sum of their parts As in ‘big things,’ Hope Also lies in the…

  • Different

    Different

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    Everything could be done differently. In fact, everything is done differently; that’s the (beauty of the) subjective human experience. But, that’s me ignoring the question. What could I do differently? A lot of things, certainly, but many things are probably so ingrained and unconscious that they’d be extraordinarily difficult for me to do differently. Anyway,…

  • The Foranfolk

    The Foranfolk

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    A cold rain battered the inundanted little village of Foran. Its residents and families lie huddled together in their fauna-based communal homes, nearly resembling penguins, though they knew not of this. Lightning crashed, rooves leaked, and mothers hushed babies’ cries, but still the Foranfolk persisted. Spark shimmered his way into his father’s lap, and the…

  • A Surreptitiously Obtained Roll of Film (Part 2)

    A Surreptitiously Obtained Roll of Film (Part 2)

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    Part 1 Marty plunged onward into the all-consuming dark of the warehouse, his phone’s flashlight doing little but draining battery. Minute after minute passed as Marty crept foreward cautiously, hands and arms extended, careful not to trip over something or bump his head into something. In this fashion, he lost all sense of distance, direction,…

  • For the Professor

    For the Professor

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    January 3rd, and my country has invaded another and kidnapped its president. The flame of hope withers within me, and I think back to last time this happened.  This coincides with (ever-present) thoughts of rewatching Lord of the Rings. Today happens to be the Professor’s birthday, and I remember the hope the movies kindle, so…

  • Playtime

    Playtime

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    I do play in my daily life. The best evidence of this is video games, which I play to keep in touch with friends. I play saxophone and piano as well, though these sometimes can feel like chores, especially with the initial effort required to commit time to them. Writing is similar. I’m going to…