…actually, why not?
What bores you?
Get a load o’ this guy. He thinks I’m bored. Do I look bored to you? No? Then why’d you ask? Huh? Speak up. Speak up! Why’d you ask? Oh, you were curious. Haha. Curious. Ok. Ask me again. Go on. Ask me. Ask me again, tough guy. Ask me again. No no no ask me again! Go on! ASK ME.
#askmeanything
If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why?
…why am I only changing one law?
I am not overthinking anything, David. The parameters make no sense. No, I won’t just think about it. Why do I have this power? Who gave it to me? Or do I have it innately? Am I in a magical realm? Can I dissolve gravity, for example? Locally or otherwise? David, I mean it. What kind of power is this? Yes, David, these are viable questions. Why only one law?
Or: How I ruined game night. #humpday
Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
Essays, notes & interviews on why literary fiction matters to human living
small press. great publishing.
but don't take my word for it
Home hub & scribble space of Prose Writer & Poet Kristiane Weeks-Rogers (she/hers), author of poetry collection: 'Self-Anointment with Lemons'.
A journey from one end of the bookshelf to the other
three good words 