Of Miles Rausch

Jeff and I broke up tonight.
I think I’m going to be okay, though. Thanks.
But we’re still friends. He gave me back my copy of Gone With the Wind and he also gave back unto me my “Hoes ‘n Pimps” mix tape. I gave him back his Letterman’s jacket and class ring. [...]

I’ve had quite a few occurrences these couple days that have had me coming back to this idea(l). Why? Well, maybe if I prattle on, I will stumble into the harsh, blinding, white light of realization and truth. Let’s traverse chronologically.
Last Night
As I was walking back from play practice, I had a [...]

Does anyone really relate my titles to my posts? I could post something completly random, and often I do, and no one would catch it. Like this time.
Okay, we have
1 new poem by Emotional Evolution
and
2 new authors.
Luke Sudenga has a prose piece I have entitled “Musings” because I wasn’t sure what title he [...]

Today’s topic? Boys with fingernail polish.
First off, if you call it “fingernail paint”, boy or girl, you’ll get made fun of. I found that out. See, I was at play practice tonight (go figure),
Come to the play here @ DSU! It’s November 1st, 2nd, 4th, 5th, and 6th. It starts [...]

Today was a long day. I was tired all day, and wanted nothing better than to sleep my emotions into oblivion. I get moody when I get real stressed. I need to keep busy, but if I get too busy, then that’s bad, too. Just around play time, I seem to [...]

Spoken In The Cold

by Miles Rausch
“I choose white” - bright like starlight,
But pure chrystallite on its space-wise flight.
So, dot dot dot, here’s fallen snow -
“All dressed up with no place to go.”
Blanc, like a bride, blushing with cold,
Made frozen and bitter with no one to hold.
She closes her eyes, but try as she hides
She can’t [...]