Narrative models are all you need!
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Click the vowels to read the poem. (Or click here to play in a separate window)
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Download for Windows One of my first collaborations with Caroline, and my first and last game with Game Maker Studio.
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Zombie Salad is a fast-paced text adventure game made with Twine. Search the rooms and make sure you’re wielding something useful when the zombies attack! Play in a separate window
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There is a point when writing’s not enough. When quippy verses fade into a stew of diaries relating daily triumphs, nuisances, and other such banalities. But wherefore would I take the time to read those drippy ruminations of another listless poet, deep in their own misgivings and tired projections of losses and finalities? Unless, of…
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(a crude attempt at a follow-up to “Poems like Pixels”) Poems, like puberty present themselves when you’re least prepared, no pen in your hand, no pad in your ‘wear, and the rush to acquire such necessary items leads only to leakage, to the loss of what’s there. And who but a pubert or poet would…
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Poems, like pixels, all spread out and presenting a picture despite their partial, and perhaps complete, irrelevance. To be fixated on a particular pixel is to be missing the picture, mistaking a brick for the castle… Though put together with precision and care, it by itself is not all that is there nor was ever…
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I made these with Oxidizer back in the day. Feel free to download and use any of my fractals for whatever, e.g. desktop wallpapers? Sadly most of them are not big enough for printing, although I’ve made some mousepads etc. that look fine.
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These are fractal flames that I’ve smudge-painted in Photoshop to add detail. I find it really enjoyable to make them, and I have plans for several more, but what with time and all…
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Prickly branches, stickily soaked in sap and little leaves; sticking out like sticks that stick out from the ground. And such a stick is nothing but a stick, unless beheld by brainy and/or brawny men, in which case not beheld as in the sense as been bespoke before; but as in that of banderoles and…
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(Tritina – a mini Sestina) My lids can shield the light but not the heat. I lift them once every seven steps, and blindly let them fall again behind my feet. Then red, inverted shadows guide my feet to crunch along this clearing through the heat, for seven steps more, and a bit less blindly but…
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