Category Archives: Mr. Socks
Constrictions and Constrictive Writing
Wow. Is it already Sunday?! I’ve been meaning to post Friday’s fridge poem, but I was too busy peeling wallpaper in my guest bedroom, and playing with Mario Paint while under the influence of ponies: Man! This video quality sucks. … Continue reading
Back to Reality
Sorry for having no post last Friday, folks. I was in Disney World, the most magical place on Earth. It was an awesome adventure! Unfortunately, the trip ended, and now I’m back to the grind. It was pretty terrible coming … Continue reading
New Beginnings and New Found Poem
Before I announce an exciting piece of personal writing news, I want to share a poem I wrote. I loved my poetry class in college. The teacher, my classmates and the workshops all had groovy vibes. My fiction class, however, … Continue reading
Mr. Socks
I hope everybody had a super magical and fabulous Christmas. I sure did. This was without a doubt the best Christmas I’ve ever had in my adult life. It was the first white Christmas in Georgia since 1882, and I spent … Continue reading