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Hello, and welcome to The Acrostics Series, which gives notables from around the lit community the opportunity both to sum themselves up in an acrostic of their username and to pretend they're back in the third grade!
Next up we have HaveTales-WillTell, who got his tick in the latest round of senior announcements and looks very fancy with it on. He's been in the deviantART business five years now, and for all you trivia bods out there, he's a big fan of duckpin bowling (which is apparently way less cruel to animals than I initially thought). He joins us now live from the Grave Accent On Your Head Sartorial Convention, and his acrostic goes something like:
BORNBLITZED
If you'd like to nominate someone for participation in The Acrostics Series, either because they're a fascinating person or because they have a really, really long username, drop zebrazebrazebra a line. In the meantime, check out HaveTales-WillTell's work! Fan letters can be tucked into his hat brim.
Next up we have HaveTales-WillTell, who got his tick in the latest round of senior announcements and looks very fancy with it on. He's been in the deviantART business five years now, and for all you trivia bods out there, he's a big fan of duckpin bowling (which is apparently way less cruel to animals than I initially thought). He joins us now live from the Grave Accent On Your Head Sartorial Convention, and his acrostic goes something like:
BORNBLITZED
Blessed with abnormality
Of individuality,
Recalling triviality:
Non sequiturs prevail.
But preaching practicality
Leaves out originality;
I have a personality
That hates like hell to fail.
Zealous visuality
Embraces whimsicality,
Defenestrates reality...
(..and thus concludes my tale.)100 Words: NestedHe shuts her in a box.
She is (a flawless white pearl atop a lapis silk cushion (snoring softly beside him after accepting his proposal. Her breasts are (a pair of tuberoses, as lifeless now as they were erect an hour ago. They sway ever so slightly as she breathes, and much more as she rolls onto her side, facing him) the keepers of every promise of their future together: love, lovemaking, children) far more perfect in his memory than in real life. Moreso once she took her half) a rueful distraction, to be set out only on special occasions.Trouser, SnakeA natty pair of trousers came upon
A gracile set of stockings, quite by chance.
"Milady, say the word and I'll begone,
But firstly I must ask if thou wouldst dance."
"Of course, milord; but only if romance
And not a one-time fling dost thou propose."
"Thou hast my promise," acquiesced the pants,
Even as he sidled toward the hose.
In a manner unbefitting gallant clothes
He sought to lay himself upon her silk;
"Stop, cad!" she cried, "So thou'rt one of those!
My mother said to watch out for thy ilk."
Much wiser heads have voiced it best and first:
Those Worsted wools have always been the worst.Alzheimer'sHis house is made of crumbling slats
of rotted knotted oak
peeling paint
and weakened joints.
The wind blows unfettered
through unshuttered apertures
dragging fresh sunlight in
and memories away.
Even on the clearest days
he visits the front porch
less and less often.
He prefers to explore
those rooms further in
where tide and time have yet to reach. Sometimes
he might be gone for a week.
And one day, too soon
(not soon enough)
his ramshackle dw
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A Matter Of Catching Up.
Gosh. So I guess I'm back. I posted a poem and everything.
Since I was gone, bearing in mind that I don't really remember when I left, I have:
Lived in San Francisco for four years;Been diagnosed with twelve chronic illnesses;Spent a year and a half bedbound;Got married, a bit;Reclaimed my autism (friends, I am autistic as heck);Entered a literary comic erotic fanfiction contest;Started a project called Share My Wonder;
Wrote a lot, but not nearly enough.
What have you been up to while I was gone? What's been happening around deviantART that I missed? What do you want to ask me about the years we spent apart? I just want to get to know yo
Devious Journal Entry
Gosh. Who's around here these days who I remember?
A Teachable Dicking
Last night I dreamt of a king who had journeyed far and wide, whose army had been decimated in battle, who was sick and weary of the world. Just when he thought all hope was lost, he came across the court of a foreign kingdom. They were suspicious of him—and for added flavour, the dream was very specific that they spoke French—but they invited him to refresh himself with dancing and music and a rest in a feather bed. Later that night, of course, two women of the court visited him and proceeded to ramrod him to death.
At this point, it was time to offer feedback. I told the writer I thought the plot was solid, but there were a num
Birthdays, Bubbles and Beauty
Talk to me about America. The green rind of the hills, the desert of the mind. The bubbles blown across Haight and Masonic by a hippy in her prime. Talk to me about the coffee shops, the flowers pushing themselves out of the earth in spring, the heart of things, the moles. Talk to me about dogs in the street and hobos in the park, the breathless rest, the soul. Tell me what it's like to land in San Francisco, the folk drumming of the engine coming to a stop and the tiny crumb you call yourself pushed out into the world. Tell me and I'll tell you how it feels to find a home in these tiny houses, to piece together a neighbourhood out of scraps
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