Bathtub poetry

If your thoughts should turn to death, gotta stomp 'em out like a cigarette - Bright Eyes --- I lay in the tub, warm and cold all at once, holding wine in my mouth like some kind of offering, unswallowed. This is his body, this is his blood, and who decided I had to drink … Continue reading Bathtub poetry

More quarantine poetry

Gee, it's almost like I had a theme during the panini. My yellow bird4/1/2020 You are the breath of several, but the glowing symbol against one:The dark person that lives inside my heart,She who drives my fears, insecurities, all that temptation to run away.She is behind every urge, fleeting or not, to throw my body … Continue reading More quarantine poetry

NaNoFailMo?

As is evidenced by my disappearance after that week 2 update, I didn't get terribly far in NaNoWriMo 2017. I'm not viewing it as a fail, though, because the work I did was substantially more than years past. I learned a lot about myself as a writer, my process, and what works for me (as … Continue reading NaNoFailMo?

We tried to keep them out. We tried to bar the door. We are so, so sorry. [Part Two]

This is a repost of my original publication of this story to r/nosleep. This work is copywrited to me and may not be reproduced without my permission and credit to J. Pfeiffer and a link to my blog. So sorry it’s taken me so long to get back here again. Things have been crazy, and I’m sure … Continue reading We tried to keep them out. We tried to bar the door. We are so, so sorry. [Part Two]