Thursday, January 28, 2016

Updating Thursday

Productivity ebbs and flows.
Some days I'm a madman with words.
Other days I find myself lost in a haze.

Emotions ebb and flow.
Some days I am as far down as the ocean floor.
Other days I'm floating on a warm breeze.

Dreams ebb and flow.
Some days I fail to see beyond this moment.
Other days I'm sitting next to you.

January, 28th 2016 - JLH


Thursday, January 21, 2016

The Last Playground

He used to run away to the park
Alone on the swing set
Just how he wanted
Swinging his childhood blues away

He now wants to return to that park
Sit on the same swing
Push himself higher and higher
Until he never comes down again

(JLH - January 21, 2016)


Saturday, January 16, 2016

You (a moment of sentimentality)

We will probably never meet

but I appreciate you

and our interactions

and the way you stand up for me

when others try to knock me down

and the way you make me laugh

and the way you make me think

and the way you make me feel

when I thought all of my feelings were dead

Freak Out,

P.S. Click WHATEVER to read something different.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

The Day Twitter Censored Me (or so I thought)

BLOGGER'S NOTE (January 15, 2016):
Thanks to a Twitter friend, who is obviously a digital Sherlock Holmes, there is a reason for what happened to me.
That reason is...
"Apparently if a tweet starts with DM it becomes a DM to the word after.
me is an account."

On the evening of January 13, 2016, I was tweeting right along when I thought of this potentially humorous tweet...

For those who don't speak Twitter, DM stands for Direct Message.

 ...that would do two things.

1.) It would poke fun of our over-sexualized society.

2.) It would make a point that smart is sexy.

I tried to tweet this tweet three times and each time the tweet failed to appear on my TL.  I initially thought something was wrong with the Wi-Fi, but nope, I was able to tweet other, apparently less offensive tweets.  Plus, from previous experience, if the Wi-Fi had crashed, the three attempted tweets would have been saved in my draft folder, which did not occur.

So, I typed up my seemingly scandalous tweet and took a screenshot of it.  Surprisingly, I was able to tweet the photo of my alleged Twitter no-no.

This experience seriously annoyed me.  I've read tweets that are filled with much more explicit language and meaning than my stupid IQ joke tweet.  Plus, one always hears about the aggressive bullying and terrorist recruiting on Twitter, but somehow my ultimately innocuous tweet wasn't allowed, except in photographic form.  Confusing.

Maybe I just don't have an enormous enough IQ to understand.

Freak Out,

P.S.  Here is a link and a screenshot (in case I am completely banned after this blogpost) of my last tweet of that day, which exemplifies the contradictory nature of what is and isn't allowed on Twitter, because in my opinion, it is more graphic and potentially offensive than my censored tweet...

VSS stands for Very Short Story.  Carbonara is a pasta dish.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

DARK EXCURSIONS: the photo-poems

The following photo-poems were written in 2014-2015, and are inspired by each set of my e-book serial and the entire book of DARK EXCURSIONS.

I've been meaning to collect them all in one place and I guess now is the right time.  


(click CROP to read a sample chapter of Dark Excursions: first set)

(click ANAPOLA to read a sample chapter of Dark Excursions: second set)

(click CHERYL to read a sample chapter of Dark Excursions: third set)

(click DINKEL to read excerpts from Dark Excursions: fourth set)

(click GAZEBO to watch the trailer for Dark Excursions: the complete set)

Thank you for your time and for reading my words.

Freak Out, 

P.S.  click BLOOD, SWEAT & TEARS to read the whipping history of Dark Excursions.