Let me preface this with saying that I have a clear Philadelphia Flyers bias. I even spent six months during the pandemic writing about them for The Hockey Writer’s. And with all the hullabaloo surrounding the draft, not to mention an absolute fleecing by GM Danny Briere with the acquisition of Trevor Zegras, I felt … Continue reading Flyers’ Focus: 2025 NHL Draft
Author: herbswords
Greater Expectations
Sunset the calendar and say goodbye to 2024. By all accounts an enchanting, wonderful trip around the sun with wonderful things for wonderful people. And yet I’ll sit here, in this chair I’ve yet to replace, and wonder what happened so strongly that I feel stuck. As if I made no progress at all, as … Continue reading Greater Expectations
Hypothetical Home Defense
I imagine most people, out of fear or potential valor, have imagined a situation in which they must defend their keep, household, 400 sq foot studio apartment, treehouse, etc. The common nightmare being zombies, but as media lends to itself, the real enemy is always people, humanity. I've often imagined dying for a greater cause, … Continue reading Hypothetical Home Defense
If Death was a Heat Map
I've been trying new ways to deal with shared grief. My partner and I have struggled this year, but we've made do well enough. Spent most of our Friday night discussing grief and its intricacies. Plotting it, enacting theory, harping on a singular question: shouldn't I be better at this? If I shoulder so much … Continue reading If Death was a Heat Map
Time for a Change
Journal Entry If you would so indulge me, I need to vent. Rant, whatever you want to call it. My ADHD is spiking and that transition from seasonal depression to normal, regular depression has got me in a daze. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy this (I’m guessing 4 minute read time) piece of digitized … Continue reading Time for a Change
Renelesca, Scarred
Frightened, and relieved all at once to hear of my sister's recent car accident. The car may have perished but she made it out with naught but bumps, bruises, and a rather interesting looking marking on her shoulder. No doubt caused by the seat belt; our group chat joked about it being something a fantasy … Continue reading Renelesca, Scarred
Time flits by,
A cursory Google search suggests that the average human, and I am painfully average, blinks 28,800 times per day. And I find myself musing "blinking time away" as more and more time passes each and every following blink. Hell, I caught myself forgetting to share photos I've taken, or poetry I've written in January. The … Continue reading Time flits by,
Poetry: Vol 8
Shameless plug: https://www.instagram.com/herbs.words/ Gentler When you think of me, of shaking hands, of late nights, of burning dinner on the stovetop. Be gentle in your memories, I was fragile when you met me, and even more so now. Grandeur A breakthrough, true and honest, progress not just for the sake of it. I've reached a … Continue reading Poetry: Vol 8
Where have I been?
You're not asking but I am telling, telling a tale of why I've been absent for the better part of the last five-ish months. I was posting consistently (read consistently as monthly, and read monthly as it lasted all of six months in a row) as a pseudo-New Year's resolution. Had a check list above … Continue reading Where have I been?
Orion Log: Chapter 3
Don't let the title fool you, this is just a chapter from a book I'll never finish. This particular piece is based in the universe of one of my favorite games of all time; Bioshock. The wrench is slick, and heavy in my right hand. Dangling by the threads that used to be my fingers … Continue reading Orion Log: Chapter 3
Herb's Words 