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Unfortunately, I'm not routinely blogging. I've stopped writing poetry and short stories regularly as well, but there are about two years' worth of content here if you're new to my work!
Behind the Door
A room without windows and a single dim light a door that stays closed locked day and night. Why would I leave when I have all I need: a...
Tim Huber
May 19, 20222 min read
Your Blood
It festers and grows and blackens my soul. Nobody knows the darkness I hold. …black Black! BLACK! My soul has turned black! BACK! Back!...
Tim Huber
May 12, 20222 min read
This Moment's Goodbye
Coming. The time has been coming. Something. I should have seen something: a flicker a frame a sign that I couldn’t keep you in place or...
Tim Huber
Apr 14, 20222 min read
The Ivory Queen
Antonia hadn’t always played the piano. Even when she learned to play, she hadn’t always enjoyed it. Ever since she was able to wiggle...
Tim Huber
Mar 30, 202241 min read
Hope for a Zealot
You say you’re dry but I think you’re hiding afraid to try to expose what you’re fighting. You’re drenched dripping ready to stop...
Tim Huber
Mar 17, 20222 min read
Empty Veins
Cut off you took your scissors and shut off the red rushing rivers of my blood. Flowing somewhere without me. There’s nothing here I’m...
Tim Huber
Mar 10, 20222 min read
A Painted Man
Paint me a picture to describe how I’m feeling when words cannot capture the voices I’m hearing. With dark gloomy blues paint my heart...
Tim Huber
Mar 3, 20222 min read
Mental Messiah
My mind: a prison and a temple. Inside: hidden unsheltered. I worship in chains with my feet in a grave nailed to the altar with nothing...
Tim Huber
Feb 24, 20222 min read
Just Over The River
I reached the river about a week too late. If I had to guess, I’d say it turned unstable about four days ago, but it would’ve been just...
Tim Huber
Feb 22, 202227 min read
Child of Mine
Shaun flicked his eyes up at the rearview mirror. James was seated, buckled, and looking out the window. So far, it had been a quiet...
Tim Huber
Jan 31, 202230 min read
Children of Hope
My dreams are fading I’m pulled—awakened The Rest is shaken something is waking. It’s small and pale but so large in my mind a ghastly...
Tim Huber
Jan 27, 20221 min read
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