I have only had strawberry pie once in my life. I was about 9 years old. My Great Aunt Marjorie from Nova Scotia had come to visit us in Bramalea, Ontario. I lived on the eleventh floor of an apartment building. Apartment 1108. While my Great Aunt Marjorie was staying with us she baked two pies. One was a strawberry and rhubarb pie. It was okay. You see them for sale all the time. Or at least all the time that strawberries and rhubarb are available. The other pie she baked was just strawberry and it was the most wonderful pie I have ever eaten (and I ate most of it). I have never had a just strawberry pie since. I have never seen a just strawberry pie for sale. I am 43 years old.
The other reason I remember the time my Great Aunt Marjorie visited is because some jerk decided to fill the freight elevator with boxes and light it on fire. We had to put wet towels around our door to keep the smoke out and we were all really scared.
J W Rogerson
An ongoing archive of works old, new and in progress by writer/publisher/artist J W Rogerson. Follow me on Twitter @FirebeardDesign Meow is the WORD.
Tuesday, 6 September 2016
Monday, 25 May 2015
Untitled
Untitled
Man, they were menacing
and ends of their long fingers were roots
of monsters strange streaming deep
through impenetrable shadows
filled
of golden light like arched gate
old wood
where grass hissed green snakes
and voices murmur angrily, it
could be seen, behind them
the people of children who
they feared and then they
fell, oh singers, they fell,
they fell silent and tossed
into upon waves
upon rivers stark
naked with bones and
a loneliness astrand.
-2011-
unpublished
Man, they were menacing
and ends of their long fingers were roots
of monsters strange streaming deep
through impenetrable shadows
filled
of golden light like arched gate
old wood
where grass hissed green snakes
and voices murmur angrily, it
could be seen, behind them
the people of children who
they feared and then they
fell, oh singers, they fell,
they fell silent and tossed
into upon waves
upon rivers stark
naked with bones and
a loneliness astrand.
-2011-
unpublished
Tuesday, 24 December 2013
Hand In Hand With This
Hand In Hand With This
Again, then she spoke
and he could hear
he verge of bursting
soft press of her
could see her lips in
the blunders and
tight against
lips together, he
a dizzy whirling
until the dim oval of
history whose audience
hallowed since time
his own it took only
another of the
held back because
had a partner with
and he jerked his
alone even at the
that they appeared, if at all.
-2013-
Unpublished
Again, then she spoke
and he could hear
he verge of bursting
soft press of her
could see her lips in
the blunders and
tight against
lips together, he
a dizzy whirling
until the dim oval of
history whose audience
hallowed since time
his own it took only
another of the
held back because
had a partner with
and he jerked his
alone even at the
that they appeared, if at all.
-2013-
Unpublished
Friday, 11 October 2013
Saturday, 7 September 2013
Firebeard Designs open on Etsy!
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Bloody Quill Cover Scans Are Back
I forgot that I had not put the cover scans of The Bloody Quill zine back up after a google profile change back around December/January resulted in them being deleted. They are now back in place:)
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