top of page

The Legend Of Jop The Brave

॰ ⋄ ♢ PART ONE - THE BOY ♢ ⋄ ॰ My mom used to tell me stories about myself. I remember the old house, a cookie-cutter duplex a mile from town. For her, it was a holding cell, an in-between place before we relocated. But for me, a three and a half foot tall five year old, it was paradise. We had a front yard with room for an immense black cottonwood, a decent swingset, and a copse of spruce, all tied together with a gravel drive that snaked around to the mailboxes. The real

The Pitcher

PATIENT ADMISSION FORM Patient Name: Juliette Genevive Watts-Cian Patient Birthdate: 11 June 1869 Patient Admission Date: 28 January 1892...

The Porter Dialogue

KATHY - I was a single mother of two and on my 36th rejection letter sitting at the desk at my receptionist’s job back then. You could...

Concerning Old Houses

Endings are never going to get easier. Funerals are never going to become natural, however natural the cycle of a life is. Like a farm...

My Meadowlark

I worry that the first offer of my potential reincarnation would be a bluejay. It’s my old life’s namesake after all. A screaming, ...

Untitled - 2

My soul is a patchwork quilt My heart is a library There are times my closet is full Of new projects to sew on or build shelves for...

Untitled - 1

My hair was never up in eleventh grade because when I parted it into ponytails and attended a youth group dinner for a trip I had been...

R. Holmes

Constellations were mapped out by man, but there's something with those freckles God had to sit and design. And if there was any way ...

St. Paul The Sinner

The chapel’s billboard is missing letters, long past unreadable. Remaining square inserts, yellow with time cling to their runners with...

Have You Ever Played White Wolf?

The neighbors taught us the game. Well, I can’t really say neighbors, they lived a full block away from us. But Terry and I were In the...

The Art Of The Free Exit

“I’ll see you later.” “I’m just a smidge too busy today.” “I hope you have fun! Next time, I promise.” And none are concerning None...

From The Wings

All the world’s a stage I watch light scatter across hard plywood Coated in layers of paint Sprayed colors, black, a wood floor, black...

Of Life

My father is of the earth My mother of the stars My father’s eyes reflect the sunlight passing by trees, waterfalls, even shadow My...

"Old Fashioned"

I was never meant for casual I was never meant For small talk And hookups And saccharine smiles And “hiding” I was never meant for...

Horror As Entertainment

Since the dawn of time, and through human evolution and development, fear has caused us to grow. Fear kept us in our homes at night, fear...

The Fetishization Of Youth

Written in 1955 and initially published under and referred to as “sheer, unrestrained pornography” by French critics, Lolita was...

Fantastic Mr. Anderson

Hello there. I’m a Wes Anderson character. I overdress for simple occasions and generally keep my eyes facing forward (unless I’m...

A Note On Hate and La Haine (1995)

Hate is defined as “intense or passionate dislike” according to the Oxford dictionary. Hate is also a word that functions as both a verb...

© 2035 by Train of Thoughts. Powered and secured by Wix

bottom of page