S.W. King

Role-Playing

A face reflected, Superimposed over another. A life shared, One active, the other passive In control But not of himself. A lifetime lived in 20 hours. Purpose extinguished with a button. Leaving a lonely, tear-stained face Staring from a black, empty screen.

Quarantine

The days stretch to the horizon, And follow the light over the edge into the stale, musty below Where the future And promises And hopes are kept hidden. The gray swirls like paint drips in water, Soaking into edges and softening that which was once sharp and clear, Bending back on itself inContinue reading “Quarantine”

Writing

I’m a technical writer, but I confess I don’t love it. For years, my dream was to be a writer, to make a living with my words. I do that now. But it feels empty. For years, I wrote a blog analyzing movies and television. I grew as a writer, but I also grew tiredContinue reading “Writing”