Just take a look at us

"How many times do I have to tell you?"  Nyaka groaned, shifting positions so that she was now hunched over Alcaeus, watching the screen he was working on.
Alcaeus flinched, not expecting her voice to be suddenly next to his ear.  Last he had checked, she had been on the other side of the room having a chat with that weird lizard thing....the thing she insisted not only had a name and rank, but also apparently cast some really great spells.  Yeah, he wasn't going to get mixed up in that relationship any time soon.
"Sorry," he answered.  "What, exactly, was I doing wrong?"  Perhaps a bit too snide, but he had been working on this project all night and was no longer sure whether or not he had blinked in the last few minutes.
Probably not a good sign.
"You keep spelling his name wrong!"  She hissed, jabbing a pointy finger at his monitor.  "It's R-A-I-I-S; you keep forgetting the second 'i'."
Alcaeus quickly corrected his mistake, "Sorry, sorry.  It's hard to keep track of all these weird names, you know."
Nyaka raised an eyebrow.  "Yeah, I think I know."

~Hammeh

Upon My Return

the walls of england

the cool press of lichen, soft green on gray rock

against the warmth of bright wind and yellow-blue sun.

the promise of damp grass and prickly ferns tickling

beneath the boundless clouds, each more wide and puffed up — 

like poets full of words, waiting to let loose upon the never-ending plush of great

green hills,

sloping for centuries into the distance, 

dipping foot-hills into the shocking cold of the ocean,

and crossed again and again by the walls

built before time meant something more than seasons.  

~Hammeh

In the end, there were lemons

Serotonin

It's having control over nothing
that causes the obsessive tiny
massive breaks in structure —
that cause my words to become
rough and ragged; there is no time
no care
for refinement.

I practice art like a sport,
following only house rules,
things that only make sense
when, for years, I have sat there
and forced memories —
there is no chance to edit the insanity

Start here, BEGIN WRITING

    You have 25 minutes,
      only write what you
        know — they take off
         for guessing.

_{Don't write about love.}

Your time ENDS now.



~Hammeh