Poetry Drafts

six strings of mercy

There are six strings attached to the bridge / my fingers track the path easily / all the way to the head; pegged / I wish and hope the gods of screaming licks / be merciful this evening

You stand there, naked

words seeping through

the cracks.

I approach as you rapture

the fractures widen, the

words bombastic and

your smile emphatic.

You stand there, naked

words seeping through

the cracks.

I turn my back

with heart bleeding

I turn my back

with doubts

returning

There was no elephant in the room

much less a room

in the darkness he reached out

only to find

the Pit of Doom

infranaut:

infranaut:

Hello friends! I’d like to direct all of you to the following link:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1367347179/dead-in-the-west-a-tabletop-rpg-set-in-the-mythic?ref=nav_search&result=project&term=dead%20in%20the%20west

The past year and a half or so, I’ve been working hard on creating my very own pen-and-paper tabletop RPG (think Dungeons and Dragons if you’ve never played one before). The game is set in what I like to call a “Mythic Old West” setting – think old cowboy movies and pulpy novels – the kind of place made up of tall-tales and larger-than-life characters. Setting out on an adventure in Dead in the West should feel like your party is a group of modern-day scribes, stitching out the tapestry that is the first Great American Folklore!

The Kickstarter is not asking for very much, and will go towards creating both a digital and physical edition of a beautiful rulebook, filled with gorgeous artwork by tumblr users like yourselves, all paid a fair commission.

Please do consider contributing to the Kickstarter! Dead in the West is an incredibly fun game, and I’d love to share it with as many people as I possible can.

Also you get the bonus of seeing my ugly mug in the dieo up there.

Thanks everybody <3

85% there and on the final day! Anything anyone can contribute/spread the word is forever on my favourite person list!

Thanks for everything y’all! I can’t express how appreciate and thankful I am!

W o r d s

There is no difference between this day and the other / I am still me / my phone remains the same / my language skills have not changed / so then why oh why are the letters I assemble / not coming together / to anything that remotely makes / sense / …

It’s 5.35am and the birds are singing in tune. The sky is still dark-ish so I guess the daily sleep is on. I no longer care if sleep comes at night or during the hours of light. It comes when I am ready, and nobody cares; either way.

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