Ventomology

28. My horn resides in my childhood home. It springs from its case, singing, shiny, and silver, as I step through the front door. Would that I could bring it ...

27. Muses, why have you forsaken me? My childhood desk is riddled with objects, little bubbles of memory and inspiration that sit, tantalizing, waiting to be popped. My childhood walls ...

26. Sunday Sonnet No. 4 Your tears, my dear, fall heavier than hail— a reaction most suited to your plight— but I beseech you, let me tell my tale and ...

25. My wrist hurts, my eyes sting, my brow aches, and my brain is pained. I spent the whole day drawing. Now my homework calls my name.

Alrighty time's almost up better get this in. My modern dance professor told us that modern dance focuses on the root of movement. Fingertips pull fingers pull palms. Hands pull ...

Hunter are you taking inspiration from Fox on these titles

24. 明 My glasses reside in a gold, silk case. Black calligraphy curls from its corners, and delicate square seals decorate its sides. These motifs are Mine. The sun and ...

23. I bought new shoes— black, black boots, roomy in the toes, with knit ribbing, quilted leather, shiny, silver, zippers, and black, black souls soles.

22. My body is brass— brash, strong —shaped of crass metals, leaving fly ash. My shield is nickel, my skin is tin, and roiling oils tickle the fickle parts and ...

21. Collegiate rowers row on beat, steady, ready, all in sync. I pushed off the gravel shore paddling faster than ‘ere before. And now, never will I meet, my deadlines. ...

That last line is so fitting.

20. I wish zits were like wit. Brevity is it.

So I watch a dnd live play thing called Critical Role, and since they're not meeting during quarantine, they streamed a cute game called "narrative telephone" so they could keep ...

19. Sunday Sonnet No. 3 - an Ode to my Hometown, Plutopia Nostalgia paints a perfect picture here of pleasant play beneath a pristine sky, but as pale ice cream ...

18. Oh, the joy of a breath well spent! An exclamation, an exhalation, My mouth on metal, air rushes out, and the bell of my horn resounds so loud, that ...