Except for romance novels (where it is, after all, the focus and intent), I feel sex scenes in fiction almost never add to the story and almost always pulls you out of the story as a reader.
Or, maybe it is just me.
It could very well be me.
(more…)Except for romance novels (where it is, after all, the focus and intent), I feel sex scenes in fiction almost never add to the story and almost always pulls you out of the story as a reader.
Or, maybe it is just me.
It could very well be me.
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Which cuts deeper: midwinter’s rime or a big empty?

One thing that has nagged me recently is the concept of blue pills and red pills.
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shocked at the shock
whenever i make the claim
that forgetting might
actually be a desirable thing
or when i claim
to be forgotten might
be much the same
what is memory anyway?
ephemeral and fleeting
like a cloudburst in july
or that first vagrant snowflake
on a chill october day

is it descendance
or ascension
when desire is
in suspension?
when you feel
tension but remain
uncompelled to act
on anything at all?
are you alive
without drive or
are you just living
life small?